Is it just me or has Starbucks gotten a little… creepy lately?
This morning was one of those rare but wonderful mornings where I had time to go to Starbucks before work. I headed over to the one near my office, a different location than normal. I order my grande skinny vanilla late and pulled up to the window. The young guy working it popped his head out and said, a little too eagerly, “Hi! I believe I’ve seen you here before!”
I haven’t been to this Starbucks in months. He must have me confused with someone else.
“Oh, nope, not me.”
“Why do I feel like I’ve seen you in a different car?” He continued, as if I’d agreed with his previous statement.
Smile. Shake head. “This is my only car, and, really, I haven’t been here in, like… months.”
“Did you just buy it recently?” he asked, again ignoring my previous statement.
“Nope, I’ve had it for a while.”
“Do you ever drive a different one?”
Ok, Starbucks Guy, this is getting old and a little bit creepy. “No, this is the only car I drive.”
“I feel like you should be driving a different one.”
Yeah, me too. Now where’s my coffee?
Creepy Starbucks Guy leaned out the window and handed me my latte. I snatched it from his hands in a, ‘that’s mine! Don’t touch!’ kind of grab, ready to floor the gas and peel out. He started talking again, probably saying ‘What kind of cars do you like? I like red ones. Have you ever driven a red car before?’ when I slammed the car into drive, nodding a smile, and punched the gas.
My car died.
Of all the times for my car to die, and it chooses this one. My getaway was ruined. Creepy Starbucks Guy’s eyes widened and I waited for him to say “I really feel like you should be driving a different car”.
Yeah, me too, bud. Me too.