Sunday in New York
Sunny crisp October. Don't have to work so enjoy the day right?
Spent the afternoon in Dumbo, went to this Steampunk event, held at a loft space.
I've been intrigued by the whole concept of the Victorian/Science Fiction meld.
I'm also a sucker for the old timey style of dress.
Top hat, canes, spats, gals in corsets, men with wacky facial hair
drinking tea, eating lavender infused cookies.
All the while sitting in folding chairs as various writers gave impromptu readings
of their work. I gave it some time enjoyed myself and left.
Not a total convert but enjoyable afternoon.
So there I was taking photos, a relaxing day. What would make it complete?
a lovely grande cup of Pikes Place at Starbucks. Cup at the ready:
( little secret refills are .54 cents as opposed to paying 2.40 for another cup.
seems logical, oh and it shows I care about recycling).
I put my cup on the counter proudly exclaim "refill please" and patiently wait for
my java. Change in hand the barista says 2.40 "please".
Confused I say "but this is a refill".
"Oh sorry we don't do refills".
"If you got the coffee here we would, but you didn't
and its at the discretion of the baristas" 2.40 please"...
"Please don't hold up the line thanks"...
Seeing the barista mafia was holding my cup hostage,
and attacking me with more please than anyone should have to endure
and I really wanted the coffee I acquiesced.
Before I left I got "sorry about that, please come again" complete with
sarcastic smile. thanks. Outside of the store I realized I paid full price
for my coffee and they didn't replace the cup.
Full price dirty cup-- I take a large swig, not realizing the coffee
tasted funny not bitter, rancid. The second gulp was even worse
I now have nauseous feeling and an awful taste in my mouth
what to do? I found a frozen yogurt truck, order a simple
vanilla hoping this awful taste will go away.
At first it worked. then about 10 min later I found myself
feeling the strong urge to throw up.
I find myself wandering the crowded streets trying to find an empty space
to "take care of the problem". Kids, old people, strollers, hipsters,
gypsies, tramps and thieves. I NEED ONE EMPTY BLOCK!
Finally one garbage can and empty street, I cross the block I look to my left
I look to my right , I cross and a guy walks in front of me. Are you OK?
Do you need help? He blocks my way to the garbage can. I gently nudge
Mr. Helpful out of the way to reach the goal.
As I look up he's standing over me "Oh I get it sorry"...
I dab my mouth with a tissue, and say
"sorry you didn't get your merit badge helping me with directions
but I'm sure you'll find an old lady you can help across the street".
He mumbled something and walked away...
Later in the evening I found myself in Manhattan, thirsty and a bit drained.
I still needed my Pike. Rancid cup in hand go to the counter at Starbucks
expecting the worst and order my coffee. Huzzah! grande 54 cents, my faith
was tested by Brooklyn but all was well in the isle of Manhattan.
What's the moral of the story?
There is no moral- just try to avoid the Starbucks Brooklyn douchbag baristas.
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