When I see that people have crappy jobs, I try to be OK and empathetic towards them screwing around with people. Like, I imagine that it sucks to have stand on your feet and make coffee for six hours. I understand that it’s horrible to clean toilets, drive a bus, be a bingo caller, etc. I get it, and I feel like jobs like those come with a certain amount of permission to be a dick to people. Two weeks ago, my manfriend and I were a bit inebriated at the Culver City Starbucks and we really wanted something super caffeinated.
We stood there staring at the menu trying to come up with the perfect combination of chocolate and caffeine. And understandably a weighty decision like that takes time. We were a bit slow, probably annoying, and we definitely held up the line of one other person for a solid minute. We decided to go with a skinny mocha (Los Angeles) with an extra shot of espresso, we got the drink and left, only to discover they made us a really gross green colored drink that tasted like soap. My first thought was that “this is disgusting” and my second was “I could totally understand why they did that to us, but I want my $4 back.” I am probably never going back to that Starbucks, but I get it.
On a higher level, being messed with by some jerks at Starbucks isn’t a big deal at all. But being a dick and being a horrible person are totally different things. Guys, I am pretty sure this mexican restaurant in West LA sits its few black customers at the table under the giant painting of a watermelon. I have picture evidence.