Yay, so this post cleverly ties in with two of my obsessions: pulling pranks on people...and coffee.
So there is a Starbucks on campus. Which was frequently frequented (deliberate) by me many, many times last semester. This semester, I have cut down my coffee consumption drastically (only twice a week now! :O), but have missed out on the drama that IS the on-campus Starbucks.
One of the baristas (hereby named Horatio) was/is a hilariously consistent flirt. There isn't a female who darkens the glass doors of the place that doesn't get smiled at or winked at. I am not an exception; I suspect that the fellow is desperate because I know enough about the guy to realize that beneath the charming veneer is an obnoxiously annoying 12-year-old soul. Even heard him get REEEEEJECTED by one of the female baristas...one of the more hilarious moments of my semester.
Well, due to my frequent visits, he (like all baristas should) started to recognize me, so we'd joke back and forth and it was cool. Until they started really pumping up the whole STARBUCKS WILL REMEMBER YOUR NAME! thing. Which made it snickeringly obvious to me that my name is clearly not as memorable to him as, say, the names of every other cute, semi-regular girl patron. So, Starbucks visits became more a test of "Will Horatio finally call me by something other than 'Oh, oh...I know this...' or the more common '*cringe* I'm sorry...'."
So today, I come in. Horation grins and says "How's it going?" as per usual.
"Eh, good. And you?" says I.
"Pretty good. What can I get started for you?" (His speed at making drinks has increased dramatically over break. Hallelujah as previously, to quote Manny the Moody Mammoth, "I've seen entire continents move faster than you...")
"Tall. Nonfat. Mocha."
"Okay and this is for SHAY!" he hoots triumphantly.
Me *giggling* "Um....no."
"It's not?! I thought you were a-"
"Nope...it's Izzy."
*guy at the cash machine cuts in halfway through* "ZY! HA! I KNEW THAT!" *points and laughs at Horatio*
Horatio: *shame* "Yeah, well...this was a grande, right?"
*snort* "Not quite...a tall. Like usual?"
*cash machine* "Gosh, Horatio! Can't even get her-"
"Yeah, but I can make it a grande if you want," says Horatio. Slightly confused now. I guess the idea of a new name PLUS the drink size he wasn't expecting is just too overwhelming.
"No. Just a tall."
*cash machine* "Dude, she wants a short now."
"What? Really?"
Me: "Nawww....a Viente."
Horatio: "Wait what?"
"Just kidding, dude."
"Naw, but I can really make you a viente if you wanted one...AUGH decide."
Me *doubling over with laughter* "A tall! A tall! I wanted and still want a tall!"
*cash register* "In a viente cup...so there's...y'know...room."
Horatio *snickering* "Fine."
*Cash register* "And this is for Shay...*grins* right? We're gonna have to call you that from now on. "
"Suuuuuuuure."
I cannot wait to go in next week to see how confused poor Horatio remains.
I love messing with people's heads.
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3 comments:
But if Horatio looks like Ioan Gruffudd, then all can be forgiven! :-D
And did you really say your name was Izzy, or is that just codetalk for your real name because this is teh interwebz and not the sort of place where you state your actual name?
That_was_SOOOOO_HYSTERICAL!!!! lololololol man, that poor kid... It's not every day he has to tangle with the amazing Izzy.... :D And it is possibly a good thing you're not visiting Starbucks that often, his mind might explode! haha
Noooo....he does not look like Ioan Gruffudd. Now I shall laugh whenever I see him XD.
Interwebz protection, telvi. XD
Oh, his mind explodes regularly, Toad. Regularly. "I'D SWIM A RIVAHHHHHHHHH." >.<
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