Wanna really confuse the folks who work at Starbucks? Order something simple.
I discovered this when I was pregnant with Jak-El. I was on a business trip in San Francisco, and wandered into the hotel lobby Starbucks for breakfast.
Me: Hi! Can I have a maple scone and a venti (because you can’t order a large at Starbucks, it has to be a venti) milk?
Starbuckaroo: Milk?
Me: Yeah. Milk. It’s white, comes out of a cow.
Starbuckaroo: You want milk? Plain milk?
Me: Yes, please.
Starbuckaroo: Milk?
Me: Can’t have coffee, y’know? (I point to huge stomach for emphasis.)
Starbuckaroo: Oh, okay. Do you want that steamed?
Me: No, dumbass.
(Okay, I didn’t say “dumbass,” but I really, really wanted to.)
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Two days ago, Jak-El and I went into a local Starbucks for a snack after school.
Me: Hi! Can I please have a venti nonfat decaf iced latte, a chocolate chip cookie and a chocolate milk?
Starbuckaroo: Chocolate milk?
Me: Yes, please.
Starbuckaroo: From there? (Points to case of bottled drinks.)
Me: There isn’t any there. I figured you could just make one.
Starbuckaroo: We don’t have chocolate milk.
Me: Sure you do. You have milk, you have chocolate syrup, you have cups. You have chocolate milk.
Starbuckaroo: I don’t think we can make that.
Me: You can make a double espresso mint caramel mocha frappa whatever, but you can’t make chocolate milk?
Starbuckaroo: Uh….
Jak-El: Mom, they don’t have chocolate milk? (lip starts quivering, tears form in corner of eyes)
Me: No sweetie. Don’t worry. They have it. I just may have to go behind the counter and make it for them.
Starbuckaroo: (to barista making coffee drinks) Um, do we have chocolate milk?
Barista: Yeah, dumbass. Just charge her for a kid’s milk.
(Okay, he didn’t say “dumbass.” But I could tell he really, really wanted to.)