I gave you the best years of my life.
We were a pair, you and I. You with your strong taste, me with my caffeine addiction.
But you turned on me. Why, Starbucks?
Coffee comes with cream. There I said it. I’ll say it again. Coffee comes with cream. If your coffee is strong, it needs more cream than say Panera. Most of America could agree with us on that one.
But you’ve started rationing it. Last I heard there wasn’t a cream shortage, but for some reason you’ve got some crazy notion in your head that we can all do without cream.
No container of cream sitting out for me to use. So when I requested what I guess is now contraband, Barista Number One acted like a maitre d’ in a fine restaurant, complete with the air. I was the poor schmuck who’d wandered in off the street expecting to be served.
First he ignored me. Then he acquiesced, grudgingly, bringing me the tiniest cup I’d ever seen. There might have been a tablespoon or two in there. It was hard to tell with the lid on. That sturdy little cup cost far more than the cream I would have used if they’d just let me get my own.
Obviously, that wasn’t enough cream to combat the industrial strength of the drink, but I was dealing with that. Actually I was trying to get his attention because my husband’s drink was wrong. But he and Barista Number Two must have decided I was trying to worm more cream out them, so we were back to being ignored.
I’ll let you in on a secret, Starbucks… other places serve the stuff.
I think that someday that old saying “The customer is always right” will resurface and Starbucks will let me have my cream again. In the meantime, I’ll say, “see you later.”