There’s something amiss at the Starbucks that faces my route to the Coffee Underground. An undercurrent of meanness. But deniable meanness. The kind of meanness that mean people tell you is meant to be funny. Which I suppose it is. To them. I’m thinking about the barista who announces to the customers as they walk […]
There’s one Starbucks in town where the people behind the counter passive-aggressively punish me for my passive-aggressive refusal to use their size designations (“tall,” “grande,” “venti”). I’m serious. They do this almost every single time. I’ll say, “A medium mocha, please” and the person at the register will say, “A grande mocha?” and I’ll say, “A medium mocha, yes.” And he’ll […]
