Last week when I interviewed, we met at Starbucks and I ordered a chai tea.
I dislike Starbucks for many reasons. The first being that when they get busy they all act like they’re at the trauma unit of County General and two commuter trains at rush hour just collided.
Multiple injuries. Sirens. Gurneys in the hall. I need more platelets. Get neuro down here. Stat.
Since these are merely beverages being served, the whole place needs to chillax because nobody, and I mean NOBODY is going to die from waiting for coffee.
The other reason is this………….I was waiting for my order and they called one up for Kathy. I started to walk to the counter when someone else came at the same time. Two Kathys. One drink.
Oh, you’re a Kathy, too? Sorry, I thought that was mine.
To which The Other Kathy replied, “It’s only yours if you ordered a tall half-skinny half-1 percent extra hot latte with whip.”
No, that’s not me. I’m not that pretentious.
