I haven’t worked at Starbucks in nine years, but I STILL remember the neurasthenic cat lady (who no doubt taught pottery to survivors of sexual abuse or goddess affirmations to divorcees or something similar) who asked for a non-fat, no-egg, dairy-free eggnog.
To which I replied that she could not have one, as God did not mean for that to exist. And no, it took them SIX MORE YEARS to fire me!
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Pretty well matches (from the other side of the counter) the time I ordered a black coffee and the waitress asked if I wanted milk in it – – –
I can top that. I ordered an iced latte at the Whip and they insisted on STEAMING the milk before pouring it over ice.
she could not have one, as God did not mean for that to exist
Excellent.
Hang on a minute: “they insisted on STEAMING the milk before pouring it over ice.” ??
Mad Cow disease?
Mad Barista Disease more likely.
Just should have told her you didn’t have any vegan soynog. But yuck! I wouldn’t touch that stuff. What’s the point of steaming milk before pouring it over ice? To dilute your latte even more?
Ah yes, the service industry years. I would have given her a regular eggnog, but tossed some salt or paprika in to make it taste just a lil’ funky, and then told her it was the new LightNog.
I think I toljabout selling free newspapers at the Hilton already…
Was at a meeting yesterday where eggnog had been promised. There were two varieties, on the day: soynog and lite soynog.
I had a V8.
And no, but DO tell!
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Since you axed: I was one of three bellhops wearing Hilton monkey suits. Besides humping bags all over the hotel, we ran room service and rented AVIS cars to guests. We were paid less than minimum wage as we were expected to make up the rest in tips. We got creative.
Next to the bellhop stand was a stack of complimentary newspapers for the hotel guests. Upon that stack, I set a clean ashtray salted with a few quarters. One of our duties was to keep the ashtrays clean… On good days, we’d score $10 apiece.
Also, when someone asked us to call a taxi, we’d offer to drive them for half price, using one of the AVIS rental cars on the lot. That was very lucrative for a while. Then the hotel manager found out.
I might expand on this topic in future post on TR.
Git OUT!
Most of my experience with bellhops comes from watching old movies.
I look forward to your post on TR. I’ve already posted about the Starbucks assistant manager who made a good living keeping the store open Sunday single-handedly.
Think of three PeeWee Herman/Eddie Haskell type weasels lurking just inside the front doors of a fancy hotel. We were like that.
Post is scheduled for this Sunday. =)
Can’t wait. If I don’t comment, remind me. Visiting friends up in wine country, you can fill in the blanks…
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