I only treat myself to a coffee drive-thru two times a week… once on my way to Tuesday night class, and once on my way to work Saturday mornings. It may be only $3 to you, but it is an indulgence to me. Don’t mess with my experience.
So, you know on Saturday mornings when EVERYONE in town is in the lineup either waiting for their order or waiting to place their order? Let me remind you that “line up” suggests the cars are not moving. Therefore, if I am nine yards and half a car length behind your metal speaker box, don’t even bother to say “Welcome to **’s. Can I take your order?” I’m not freaking there yet. The only way you can take my order from that distance is if I have a megaphone. And if I have a megaphone I don’t likely need the metal speaker box.
Then there’s the girl who rushes my order. The one who runs her words together to try and push things along quickly… “WelcomeTo**’sCanITakeYourOrder?” Guess what, honey… that lady in the van who can never find her change in the mornings knows exactly where her change is. I’m just messing with you because you’re annoying me with your high speed pressure. I don’t care how many cars are behind me. I don’t care how many are in front of me. Allow me to feel that it is permissible to breathe when I speak to you, and we’ll all get through this a lot faster.
And what exactly is the deal with always putting the drinky part of the cover right on the seam of the cup? Do you go to classes to learn that? Because that’s annoying me too.
Ok… remind me again why I do this as a treat?