An Open Letter to Starbucks Patrons
October 14th, 2010 - Uncategorized - 24 Comments »
Dear Starbucks patrons,
It is my sincere hope that this letter will be posted on the front door of all 16,635 Starbucks locations around the world. It is a letter that must be written, and since no one else is doing it, please allow me. I hope you hear this in love, for I am one of you.
1. Please don’t make me have to do a Kareem Abdul-Jabbar sky-hook to throw away my trash. I understand that you need to dress your coffee up a little bit, but you don’t have to box me out Rodman-style while doing it.* There’s only one trashcan in the entire place, and it’s underneath that 6-inch hole you’ve been guarding for the past five minutes.
2. No one is impressed with your complicated drink order. People with complicated drink orders always do two things: 1) They say their order really fast in order to confuse the barista with it’s one-of-a-kindness, and 2) They give a little half-smile/side-glance at the other people in line to make sure they know who the boss is around here. I got news for you guy – the rest of us caffeine-deprived people in line are hoping your venti triple-shot no-foam skinny mocha chip latte with peppermint drizzle spills on the crotchal-region of your pleated khakis.
3. Please be reasonable with the volume of your voice. Here’s a hint: It shouldn’t resemble your “at a football game voice” or “reuniting with a childhood friend voice”. If you’re unsure of what this sounds like, just look around. The rest of us seem to have it down pat.
4. Please lock the onesy. You know the onesy – it’s the public restroom that is made for only one person at a time. There’s a lock for a reason. This is the single worst situation to make eye contact with another person.
5. Please share the plug love. It is never appropriate to utilize an entire wall socket by yourself. Please refrain from charging your computer and cell phone at the same time. And it is never OK to charge your ultrasound machine.
6. Please make sure your headphones are plugged into your computer’s headphone jack. The other day a girl was blaring music from her computer so loud that, even with buds in her ears, she thought the music was coming through her headphones. It wasn’t, and she had no idea. We all had a good hearty laugh at her expense. Little did I know the exact same thing would happen to me less than a week later.
7. Please have a game plan before you even enter the store. Your time at the counter should closely resemble Seinfeld’s encounter with the Soup Nazi. This is not the time to ask how fresh the bagels are or whether or not their beans are of the shade-grown, fair trade variety. Simply state your order, hand them your money, and shimmy to the left without making eye contact.
Thank you for your cooperation. See you soon!
Sincerely,
Tyler Stanton
Anything I missed?
*Yes, that was two NBA references in one paragraph. My hope is that you’re impressed.












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