Starbucks meets the twilight zone
Posted in Dear diary, Life on November 25th, 2009 by Les – Be the first to commentIn a London Starbucks today…
“Two cappuchinos, one earl grey tea, one breakfast tea and a cup of hot water please.”
“Would you like ice in the water?”
I think for a moment. Yes, that makes sense. My colleague who wants hot water will be able to drink it without 3rd degree burns so yes, ice makes sense to me.
“Yes please.”
Teas arrive. Coffees Arrive. Water arrives (with ice) in a plastic ‘glass’.
“This can’t be right…” methinks. I feel the ‘glass’. It’s cold – luckily, lest it collapse in a molten heap.
“Excuse me. I asked for a cup of hot water.”
“Hot water?”
“Yes”
Assistant 1 confers with assistant 2.
“Sorry sir, we do not do hot water.”
“Pardon?”
“We do not do hot water.”
“But my tea is hot. It’s made with water.”
“Yes, but it’s tea.”
“But it’s only water until you add the teabag. Until then, it’s hot water. Isn’t it?”
“Yes, but we can’t sell it.”
“Ah, I see…”
I gather my thoughts. I think the problem is they want to charge me for a cup of hot water (ok) but it’s not on the menu.
“Could I have a cup of tea without the teabag?”
“No teabag? No, sorry”.
I’m now starting to question my own sanity but the city type standing next to me hasn’t had this much fun in years. I think I’ve got Starbucks man cornered now though, he’s not going to wriggle out of this. I have a cunning plan (kudos Baldrick)…
“Could I have a cup of tea please but please give me the tea bag. I don’t want the tea bag in the cup.”
“Sure, no problem, here you are sir”
He hands me the cup of hot water. And an orphaned tea bag.