I work next door to a notoriously malfunctioning Starbucks. Statistically, it is the busiest Starbucks franchise in the country, which could perhaps be interpreted as an excuse for its poor service, but I don’t buy it. Due to its ridiculous convenience, my best attempts at boycotting have historically lasted only a few hours.
I just popped next door for a pick-me-up afternoon latte and how, you may wonder, did Starbucks manage to one-up itself in terms of quality customer service? During cross-counter beverage transfer, the overly-enthusiastic barista tipped the drink over and, while it didn’t spill outright, sent a large dollop of fluffy steamed milk shooting through the sip-hole and sailing through the air where it landed directly on the top of my head! While I didn’t really mind, I also would not recommend skim milk as a substitute for quality hair product. Amazing.