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Looking for a change up from my everyday 3-4 times a day Tim Hortons large triple cream one sweet and low coffee I found myself standing in line at Starbucks today and I realized I can be intimidated!.
The girl behind the counter kept ticking off the coffee's, "Toffee nut triple frappachino with cinnamon, grande." "Stubby mocha double shot," Capuccino, double, hazelnut, whipped chives grande". An old man stepped forward. How did he know how to order such a complicated drink?. My head was whirling. "Four caramel triple shots marchioto venti."
I finally decide to order a peppermint moch venti - which is not even typical of myself… simple, I like simple. I step forward. "May I help you?" I look around. I panic. She's talking to me. There's a big blond guy standing to the side eyeing me...feeling the need to impress and fit in for who knows why... "Uh, yeh, I'll have a peppermint latte , large, uh, I mean extra large, er the largest size you have."
"Venti", asks the girl. "Yeh, venti." I say, trying hard to put some sort of French twang to my voice. I don't even know if it is French. All I know is it aint English! How stupid can they get? Grande, muy grande, venti! Whatever happened to small, medium and large?!.
After much dismay, feeling entirely humbled and $4.36 later - including tip, I fast walked to my car without looking back.. took a sip and immediately poured out whatever foreign substance it was that I was holding and watched it splash back onto my truck… next stop, Tim Hortons…
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Today, I learned two things, (other than that peppermint lattes don't exist). I learned Starbucks is not the place for me who knows no other language than her native tongue with a teeny weeny bit of Canadian speak left…and I learned that no coffee tastes quite like my Tims. It may be months before I ever get back my self esteem. Did I tell you I hate Starbucks? ...
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The girl behind the counter kept ticking off the coffee's, "Toffee nut triple frappachino with cinnamon, grande." "Stubby mocha double shot," Capuccino, double, hazelnut, whipped chives grande". An old man stepped forward. How did he know how to order such a complicated drink?. My head was whirling. "Four caramel triple shots marchioto venti."
I finally decide to order a peppermint moch venti - which is not even typical of myself… simple, I like simple. I step forward. "May I help you?" I look around. I panic. She's talking to me. There's a big blond guy standing to the side eyeing me...feeling the need to impress and fit in for who knows why... "Uh, yeh, I'll have a peppermint latte , large, uh, I mean extra large, er the largest size you have."
"Venti", asks the girl. "Yeh, venti." I say, trying hard to put some sort of French twang to my voice. I don't even know if it is French. All I know is it aint English! How stupid can they get? Grande, muy grande, venti! Whatever happened to small, medium and large?!.
After much dismay, feeling entirely humbled and $4.36 later - including tip, I fast walked to my car without looking back.. took a sip and immediately poured out whatever foreign substance it was that I was holding and watched it splash back onto my truck… next stop, Tim Hortons…
Today, I learned two things, (other than that peppermint lattes don't exist). I learned Starbucks is not the place for me who knows no other language than her native tongue with a teeny weeny bit of Canadian speak left…and I learned that no coffee tastes quite like my Tims. It may be months before I ever get back my self esteem. Did I tell you I hate Starbucks? ...
