Anyway, at some point Jack runs out of milk and since my well is dry I decided to get a cup from Miss Brainiac #1 at Starbucks. I knew it would be costly but it was close and I really didn't want to pack up everything to get it cheaper at Tito's Taco Shack. I think that's what its called. So Miss Brainiac #1 asks me if I want it with ice. Ice? Uh no thanks, my kid doesn't take his moo juice on the rocks. $2.14 later I am waiting for my cup of milk at the Pick Up end of the Money machine. And I am waiting. And waiting. There wasn't a line or anything but Brainiac #2 is hard at work behind her big machines and such. Boy all this for a cup of milk? I ask her if I can have it since my youngest is going into conniption fits waiting. She says she's working on it and I see a very dark liquid inside the plastic cup.
"Hey, I just wanted milk."
"Oh sorry, I just put espresso in it!"
Yeah, that's what an already hyper 1 1/2 year old needs. So she pours it out and starts again. And again I am waiting far too long for "just milk." I look over and its dark AGAIN! What the heck?
I end up showing her my receipt, but not in the "here's the information you missed" way, more in the "can't you effing read?" way. Yes, I was a tad bitchy at that point. She pours the second attempt out and puts her hands up, in the "don't shoot me" way.
No, Brainiac #2, I think you're a tad too late to ensure Wow Service now. Just hand it over.
$2 and a half-hour later, my baby's appeased. He takes a drink and throws the cup on the floor. Hmm. Maybe he did want it on the rocks after all.
Are u kidding!?!
ReplyDeleteWhat a flippin' moron! Jack should have thrown it AT them, not on the floor! I know, I encourage bad behavior..tee hee...
Ok you sooo need to send that note to Starbucks!! How hard is it to pour a flipping cup of plain milk!! DUH!
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