I Miss You, Lake Lucerne Starbucks
March 16th, 2011 - Uncategorized - 26 Comments »![]()
My neighborhood Starbucks recently closed its doors. And as many of you know, I logged an absurd amount of hours there over the last few years. I worked there. I met with people there. I went on dates there. I freaking loved that place. And it wasn’t just the fact that it used to be a house or that its back windows overlooked a beautiful lake that caused me to love it. It’s because of the people that surrounded me on a day-to-day basis.
Here are some of the people I miss the most:
Lady who took up the two comfy chairs to give sonogram lessons to reluctant trainees who felt mildly uncomfortable learning this skill in a coffee shop.
Guy who always forgot to lock the bathroom door – I’ll never forget you. Seriously. I see the image of your pantless body every third time I close my eyes.
Guy who always monopolized the only outlet in the entire store, oblivious to the fact that the other seven of us working on laptops wanted to punt your charging cell phone into the lake.
Barista who asked me every single time if I need room for cream as if my two-year streak of ordering the exact same thing would end that day.
Guy who came and played Native American pan flute concerts every Thursday afternoon. Sorry I never tipped you.
Ladies who never quite caught on to the idea that bringing their toddlers to their weekly book club was a terrible idea.
Guy who felt the need to wear two bluetooth devices as though a person that important has ever existed in all of humanity.
Guy who always stared at me and didn’t look away when we made eye contact (even though that’s what you do when you’ve been caught staring).
Lady who removed her shoes, curled up in the chair and talked at an unacceptably high volume about absolutely nothing to her girlfriends for hours at a time.
Lady who pulled two tables together so she’d have room for her computer and multiple stacks of papers while others had to try to work while kneeling against a wall, which caused them to tweak something in their lower back, which caused it to now hurt when they bend down and tie their kids’ shoes.
You know what? Scratch what I said earlier. It’s the view I’ll miss most. Definitely the view.
Is this normal coffee shop clientele? What kind of people have you encountered?











