Because I wanna save the planet and still go to Starbucks, my wife helped me find the best possible compromise: get a reusable Starbucks cup. They sell them in every store, they cost about 2€ — and you get a discount on your purchase for using them. So not only do I save the planet, but I protect my wallet. Two birds, one bank account. Anyway, I was lucky enough to get my hands on a special Christmas edition cup last year, and I had to fight for it too: they were gone in a matter of hours, but a friend/barista saved one for me. And I got to use my fancy, bright red cup ever since (when I didn’t forget it at home).
As I was casually typing away at my table, writing yet another of these formidable blog posts, I got up with my empty cup for a refill. The place was packed with teenagers — school’s back in session, so these hordes of nerdy creatures start roaming around after 4pm, looking for a hit of Frappuccino before dinner, because there’s nothing better for your growth. So I had to patiently queue to get actual coffee rather than whipped cream on liquid chocolate (or some shit: I don’t know, I don’t even look at that stuff — anymore). I finally got to the counter, ordered my Americano to a new barista (I know them all) and went to the bathroom while they were essentially pouring hot water into my cup.
As I got back a couple of minutes later — there was a queue there too — I didn’t find my cup ready: they’re usually done quickly with Americanos. I looked around: didn’t see it in anywhere behind the counter either. One of my barista friends got out of the storage area and looked at me with surprise:
Friendly barista: they didn’t give you your cup back yet?
Me: No. I don’t see it anywhere either…
Friendly barista: Guys, what’s up with GH’s cup?
New barista: Who?
Friendly barista: GH. He’s standing right here. Comes almost everyday.
New barista: And what did you order?
Me: Americano. In a red reusable cup. Can’t miss it.
New barista: Huh… red cup?
Friendly barista: Yeah, Christmas edition, he’s one of the happy few…
New barista: I think we gave it away to one of the kids…
Friendly barista: Why?
New barista: Because they asked…
Me: So if I ask for a Frappuccino, will you make me one?
New barista: Sure!
Me: That was joke. I’m trying to avoid becoming a diabetic [although overdosing on caffeine is fine].
Friendly barista: Tell you what, we’ll give you a new reusable cup.
Me: A red one?
Friendly barista: Afraid you’ll have to wait till Christmas for that…
Me: But I’ve been good!
Friendly barista: In that case, you get a free Frappuccino!
I got a black cup instead. And cheesecake.