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Grand skinny mocha latte with carmel please

I ventured forth into Liverpool city centre this morning to find myself a bag for college and some new cowboy boots (chocolate brown). I shopped myself into oblivion and then in exhaustion looked around desperately for some kind of saviour. And lo, in a god like fashion - there was a Starbucks infront of me, and I was happy, for I heard rumours of such a place here. It was like coming home.


I entered the Starbucks and waited in the queue. It certainly looked like a familar Starbucks but to my surprise and horror the cashiers were actually smiling at the customers, who in turn didn't appear to as yet have learned the magic Starbucks language.


'Can I have a coffee please mate?'


'What size?'


'Erm, coffee sized? Medium?


'What type of coffee?'


'With milk....'


'What type of milk?


'....'


And so it continued.... Each customer took several minutes to order and yet the staff seemed happy and smiley, sometimes they even cracked a joke... What was wrong with them? 


So. when it finally got to my turn I thought I would show these naive natives what Starbucks was really all about. After all I have several years of corporate coffee ordering experience, learned in London, New York and LA and it was really my duty to give them the benefit of said experience.


'Tall, skinny latte.' I said in my best queens English. I made sure that I didn't make eye contact with the server naturally and when she smiled at me I raised my eyebrow very very slowly at her.


I think they were all grateful for me showing them the correct procedure in this way, because, as I grabbed my latte and headed for the door I was aware of several pairs of eyes staring at my back and I'm sure I saw the server scowl at me as I picked up my coffee, just like people in Starbucks should.


 I'm definitely fitting in better here now.

2.9.04 13:59

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(2.9.04 14:21)
Well..whaddya expect Daisy dear..? Residents of Liverpool are more used to nicking the stuff than ordering it..*cough*
The comments as written are not the views of Mr darkie, they are merely stated to abide by the regional stereotype and are not intented to offend.
D x


(2.9.04 20:23)
See? Teaching already.
You're a natural, Daise .....


(3.9.04 10:29)
now thats taking the bull by the horns and telling him politely that red looks good on you and has nothing to do with antaginising him no...............?????w

(6.9.04 18:30)
I gave up my latte habit after my shares crashed in 2001, but my favourite was a tall triple-shot, fat wet latte. I always enjoyed asking for that, even after I'd worked out I didn't really like it anymore.

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