johneeb wrote:blueldr wrote:................................ Now they want a buck just for the coffee!
Dick, you obviously do not buy your coffee at Starbucks!!!!!!

I can't believe I'm going to admit this, but the only example I can give of my sweetheart Jamie repeatedly ridiculing me is my Starbucks experience.
Not familiar with their silly terminology for a cup of coffee... one Sat. morning I awoke and, eager to hit the road for home from the day-job, I skipped breakfast and jumped in the truck and headed down the freeway.
As I drove thru Grand Prairie, a DFW-area surrounded community, I saw their sign
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As I hurriedly entered the place (which was almost empty at 9:30 AM) one of the three girls said, "Hello, Sir! What can we do for you?"
Me, observing the lineup of cars at the drive-thru window, and happy to see no line of customers inside: "I'd like a tall cup of coffee!"
She: "OK. It'll take a minute, we'll have to brew some fresh. We sold out a short time ago."
This caught be by surprise. A coffee shop out of brewed coffee?
I perused the bakery-counter and added: "And I'll have a slice of this bannana-nut bread."
She: "Would you like that warmed up?"
Me: "Sure"
She placed it into a microwave, heated it for a half-minute, and handed it to me on a napkin.
I pulled out my wallet and offered to pay now, rather than later fumble with wallet while holding hot coffee (which was still brewing).
She handed me the reciept for ELEVEN DOLLARS and forty-cents.
After what seemed forever, (my banana bread now cold), she poured coffee for three waiting cars, exchanged money with them, had unnecessary conversation with each of them, ...and finally poured coffee into about a 4-ounce paper-cup and proudly set it before me.
Me: "THAT'S a TALL.??? ...," I asked incredulously!..and then further, .."What in hell would a SMALL coffee be..?!?!?", I demanded!
She, giving me a smirking-look,

....held up a small, paper shot-glass.
I was so disgusted with the wait and the ridiculousness of the entire experience slammed the nut-bread back onto their countertop beside the coffee and stormed out of that place, never, ever, to return!

I thought, I'll show THEM! I'll never set FOOT in that place. EVER!
I drove about 20 miles, entered a Quick-Stop grocery, paid a dollar for a 16-ounce cup of brown, colored-water, and drove the four hours home.
When I arrived, Jamie met me at the door with a kiss, and asked, "How was your drive home?"
When I described my Starbucks experience, she asked, "Did you get your money back?"
Me:
She: "Well, ... I guess it's true. That GREEN Starbucks sign definitely makes YOU SLOW!"
