{"id":4134,"date":"2018-01-25T22:19:50","date_gmt":"2018-01-26T02:19:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=4134"},"modified":"2019-02-14T00:55:51","modified_gmt":"2019-02-14T05:55:51","slug":"fountain-starbucks-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=4134","title":{"rendered":"Even More Need for the Fountain of Starbucks"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Three years ago, I wrote about my coffee purchase at a fast food establishment and how what transpired enhanced my appreciation for Starbucks. This week, I was reminded of this post when I pulled out a receipt from earlier in the day and noticed I had been given the senior discount. Like the fast food cashier who took payment for my coffee, this cashier had looked all of sixteen.<\/p>\n

Friends, this is like a gift that doubles as a sharp kick in the gut when it is given (not offered, by the way, but given<\/em>, just as with the coffee three years ago) to those of us who are only mildly middle-aged. Hey, here\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a free dollar that will also lower your self-esteem! We appreciate your business! Please come again!<\/p>\n

I like to think I wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t the only mildly middle-aged person this boy gave the senior discount to that day. (As a fascinating sidenote, he had this weird thing going on where, during the entire transaction, his facial expression made him look like he had serious anger issues but his voice was soft and almost hesitant. It was a little disconcerting, what with the face and the voice contradicting each other throughout. I wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t recommend speed dating, really, in his case, as an effective mode for forging relationships. Other than that, however, he was quite lovely.) But I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know that this was the case, and this stuck in my craw a little after I stopped laughing and creating new wrinkles for myself, which got me to thinking about my earlier post.<\/p>\n

So here it is, and as with the original<\/a>, please don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t message me if you are over sixty and still get regularly carded. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t want to know. (I say this with love, of course.)<\/p>\n

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The Fountain of Starbucks<\/p>\n

Recently, I experienced a situation that will live in Island Family infamy. On the tail end of a road trip, I stopped for a late night cup of coffee to keep me awake while I drove. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been holding out for a coffee shop, but when it got past ten and I still had quite a bit of driving to do, I stopped at the first fast food restaurant that looked open.<\/p>\n

When I ordered inside, the cashier, in full-on monotone, told me my coffee would be thirty-three cents.<\/p>\n

I stared at her for a minute and asked her to repeat herself, thinking I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d misheard. She said the same number again.<\/p>\n

I gave her a quizzical look, and when she stared blankly back at me, I questioned it.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, so coffee is only thirty-three cents now?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Well, not exactly, as it turns out.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Senior coffee\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thirty-three cents,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she answered.<\/p>\n

Honestly, I thought I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d misheard what she said yet again.<\/p>\n

After another repeat, I realized I had inadvertently stumbled into a special, unpublished circle of Dante\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hell set aside just for me. See, I was the only customer offered \u00e2\u20ac\u201c no, given<\/em> – the senior coffee, despite the two clearly more qualified customers standing nearby.<\/p>\n

Y\u00e2\u20ac\u2122all, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not even in the right decade (or even close to the right decade) to qualify for the senior discount, and she didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even ask first<\/em>.<\/p>\n

She assumed <\/em>I qualified.<\/em><\/p>\n

(This story merits a great deal of italics.<\/em>)<\/p>\n

I kid you not, that vacuous sixteen-year-old stared at me, all doe-eyed and taut-skinned and my-life-has-hardly-begun-ish, and assumed that someone looking like me must be in the winter of her life.<\/p>\n

I was equal parts flabbergasted and flummoxed.<\/p>\n

Then, being stupid and all, I corrected her. I feel it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s important to note here that not only was there was no apology or acknowledgement offered, but she also looked at me much like I look at my students when I suspect they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re lying to me<\/em>. She said nothing, but punched something in her register, and then asked for over three times as much for the very same cup of coffee that was now merely a coffee for the middle-aged<\/em>. But at least I took a stand for my age.<\/p>\n

This comforting thought brings me none.<\/p>\n

To add insult to injury, I had to get back in my minivan and share my story with LCB, who was working intently on his computer. After all, it was sort of hilarious. He stopped what he was doing, asked a couple questions of clarification, and howled.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, you have to write about this,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he gasped between spasms of laughter that shook the van.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t particularly want to,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I retorted, no longer laughing.<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, but you have to,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said, and reminded me of my I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m Living with a Senior Citizen<\/a> post I was once so quick to share with the universe.<\/p>\n

Later, I started thinking about something. I have no beef against the world of fast food, and indeed my experiences with customer service in those establishments have been mostly positive. And the truth is, I know some of you have the same deep-seated wounds from being falsely labeled a \u00e2\u20ac\u0153senior.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d (Please feel free to refrain from contacting me if you haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t. I have no interest in hearing from people who are regularly confused with their daughters.)<\/p>\n

But I realized that this has never, ever happened to me at Starbucks. Those people know how to do it. I walk in, and there are no age assumptions, no vacuousness, not a hint of impassivity. They are clear on their mission: to wake me up via caffeine and supernatural levels of employee perkiness, and to make me walk out feeling slightly better about my life than when I walked in. Really, I never thought about it before, but my baristas make me feel like I could totally be in the spring of my life. Like I <\/em>could be a doe-eyed, taut-skinned, my-life-has-hardly-begun-ish cashier at a fast food establishment, for instance. Like, if they were serving me merlot instead of a caffe americano, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d totally be carded<\/em>.<\/p>\n

It occurs to me now that I love them<\/em>.<\/p>\n

So, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve decided to represent them, to do everything I can to support a company that has never, ever made me feel significantly older than I am.<\/p>\n

In 2015, Starbucks is picking up An Island Mom.<\/p>\n

Now, I just need to let them know what they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve done.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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