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Stories from working at Starbucks that make me want to add a little vodka to my venti.

All the following stories are true. Seriously, I wish I could make these up. However, I can only vouch for mine, and not the submissions. I do not intend offend anyone involved; these are for entertainment purposes only.

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Freeloaders

If the Barista knows you, you can usually get away with murder. Free coffee, and sometimes free frilly drinks too. But, if you come in, and there’s a Barista that DOESN’T know you, you have to be prepared to pay full price.

A guy walks in in a cocky way. He asks for a coffee refill. I ask where his cup his. I’m already being generous, because you aren’t supposed to get a refill price unless you haven’t left the store. He says he forgot the cup but he usually brings it all the time. Well buddy, I don’t know you. I’ve never seen you before, I don’t know that! Follow the damn rules, unless you know me, or pay the price!

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