I admit it. I use to think I was low maintenance which, I think, is probably the worst kind of high maintenance person because it just means that I don’t have a clue how high maintenance I really and truly am. And if I thought THAT was low maintenance – what would I be like if I thought I was high maintenance. Oh my poor, poor husband.
However, I now fully admit I’m high maintenance. Except, it seems, at Starbucks.
I was talking with some friends yesterday about how Starbucks is breeding a high maintenance culture. You get your drink, your way. Exactly. Every time. And if its not right – well of course they just make you a new one.
I was chatting with my husband about this same thing not 2 hours ago as we were driving back from dropping the bambinos off at school. In the midst of conversation he threw out, “So – wanna go grab a coffee?” Course I did.
So I tested the theory. I was trying to be as high maintenance as I knew how to be at Starbucks. (I have a feeling it was nothin’ compared to what some people order…) So I made up a random drink. The girl looked at me as if to say, “really?”
“Oh, you don’t have something like that?” I quip.
“Oh no, we can make that. We can make whatever you like. That’s what Starbucks is all about.”
So, one tall, steamed, chai apple juice with whip, no caramel (and an ever growing line-up) later and I had finished my first ever high maintenance Starbucks moment. The letters on the cup were crazy. There was a T, SCA, W, NC. I think. I may have forgotten a few.
The drink wasn’t very good. I’m sticking to coffee.