Today the customer standing in front of me at Starbucks ordered her drink and the Starbucks employee did not hear it correctly.
The customer said, “Sorry. I’ve been sick. And my voice is a bit nasal-ey.”
Already, too much information. But she went on.
Oh, did she go on.
Freak Woman launched into a one-minute long tale about her husband, her illness, her voice and something funny that her kid said. I’m not sure what compelled her to think it was “Storytime at Stephan’s Starbucks,” but think it she did.
And all nine of us in line behind her got to listen.
Worse, the three employees behind the counter all felt compelled to stop what they were doing and listen to Freak Woman. Their faces all said, “Please. Tell me more.”
I wish she had turned around and seen my face.
It said, “I want to shove your head into the croissant counter.”
So if by chance you were that woman this morning in Santa Rosa, California, please stop telling stories at my Starbucks.
I’d hate to mess up a counterful of perfectly nice croissants.