Dear god, it makes every trip to a Starbucks become a dreaded experience. First I tell them through the drive-through what I want, and they tell me in their incredibly squeaky voices what a great choice I made, as if I care what they think about my order. Then I wait twenty minutes while the "barista," or whatever the fuck they're called, has some grand conversation with the moron in a SUV in front of me. Next, I get to the window, give them my money, and they say "That's perfect." Well of course it's perfect, I had twenty minutes to count it out while you were gossiping with the guy in front of me, and I don't recall asking you how good I am at paying. Then, before I can get my stuff and just go already, the moron at the counter starts asking me what I'm up to today, or what my plans are for the weekend. First of all, I consider myself to be a normal member of society, so I don't go around interrogating strangers about what they're up to, and if I did, I wouldn't expect some sort of in-depth answer.
A person doesn't just go around asking strangers "what they're up to." It's not nice, it's not polite, it's intrusive and shouldn't be done.
Let me say that I'm sure these people are perfectly nice, and I would act like that too if I drank caffeine all day, but sometimes I just want to get stuff and get going, and I'm usually in no mood to chat.
I mean, these people probably get paid next to minimum-wage, they could at least act like it, and grumpily shove the coffee into my hands.
A person doesn't just go around asking strangers "what they're up to." It's not nice, it's not polite, it's intrusive and shouldn't be done.
Let me say that I'm sure these people are perfectly nice, and I would act like that too if I drank caffeine all day, but sometimes I just want to get stuff and get going, and I'm usually in no mood to chat.
I mean, these people probably get paid next to minimum-wage, they could at least act like it, and grumpily shove the coffee into my hands.
