I finished and handed in my essay in on time and it was so releaving.
Time for some funny Starbucks stories!
So, a couple of weeks ago I was re-making a drink for a regular. I was chatting with him and such, and when I handed him the drink he looked me in the eye and said: “I think I am falling in love with you”. I said “what???” He said “well you are funny and quite good looking”
I said “I’m Sorry….”
It was really awkward and really funny, and he hasn’t been into since. Ooops.
I came into work on friday at 4 and there was a bike and magazines and a parka and a poncho (this was all obviously hobo gear) strewn all over the couch area. It had been there since noon. I called the manager and she told me to call the police. I called the police and they told me they wouldn’t be able to make it that night. Customers start to complain. I am mad and whatever fucking hobo thinks he can dump all his stuff in a store and leave it for hours. It is now 8:00. I call the downtown ambassadors and they tell me to dump it outside. I do this, but am afraid I may be stabbed later. As I am stuffing anything into plastic bags, I notice that the magazines are actually just clippings of girls in bikinis, in underwear, naked in sexy poses. This hobo is also a pervert. Around 9 we find out who he is and he is well known. Here is what we know:
-He is a creep. He tries to kiss the hands of all our female staff and quotes stupid poetry to them.
-He has a huge motorcycle helmet for his (stolen) bicycle, and wears it around while jumping up and down the stairs.
-He once got caught smoking crack on our patio
-He often puts on his headphones and sings along really loundly. They’re all angry songs about raping women and shooting people.
-He is a clean cut mid-30s man, which makes this all more creppy.
When he found we had put his stuff outside I could see him stamping and swearing and making rude gestures outside, and then he poped his head so nicely in the door and said “thank you so much for watching my stuff. See you later!”. Creep. What I want to know is where he went in those 9 hour.
A lady yesterday yelled at me across the store yesterday. We were super busy. She said “I need to talk with a supervisor right now!” I said “That would be me, what can I help you with?”. She said nothing but grabbed the front of my apron. She then lead me to the women’s washrooms where a few paper towels lay around the garbage cans where people had missed. She then proceeded to fucking scream that someone was going to get a disease from all that filth, and she was feeling sick already, and if she got a disease she would sue us. I used my most apologetic voice and tried to calm this fucking wacko down. She would not be calmed. She warned that if I didn’t take care of it in 30 mins, she would call the health department and get us shut down. Then she ran out. I picked up the 3 paper towels and went back to making frappachinos. The health department never came. If I see that lady on the street, I will punch her in the face.
Oh my so many crazies. That’s only the beginning I can tell, I have already omitted all the shoplifters, drunk homeless men, and Sophie. Just you wait until you hear about Sophie.
