"Mom, I do not know why you get not only the application on your phone," My daughter's daughter told me when I gave my Starbucks Barista my gold card.
"Because I like human interaction much better," I said. "I do not like them to keep trying to pull more and more technology down our throat."
"It suits you, but I tell you, it's so much more convenient that you do not even have to wait longer!"
This call called my ears tomorrow when I was driving late in the writing period. I have expected to treat myself to Chai Latte with soy for days, knowing that I was returning to my old stomping premises in Boston. I missed the days when Heather worked at Starbucks on Berkeley and Boylston Streets – when they would start drinking me as they saw me walking through the door. I missed the days when I would get my drink, and writing on the side of the cup would be: "Mom, have a nice day!" Even if Heather was not there. It was the day I heard Heather's voice in my head, and I broke down and got a stupid app.
I parked my car and hurried quickly down the street. I worked when I saw a long line at the table, as I was not sure how the app worked. Just as I waved my head on the desk and asked, I saw a signal that said "Mobile Order Pickups" and just put it under my name. It was easy! I thought, when I went to the classroom. But when I took the first sweep, I knew it was not done with soya milk. I frowned, but continued to walk, irritated that they confused my order.
The next time I was in town in the class I tried it again, with the same result. Why do they keep losing my soy? I hate real milk!
I used the exercise we were in the class, an excuse for killing two birds with one stone. We were told to go out and talk to someone and monitor our surroundings. But I had a program and I knew what I had to do.
"Sorry," I told Starbucks Barista, who was cooling the cold capsule with fruit juice, ready-to-drink drinks, her clear hair pulled back into a neat cup. "Can you help me with my app?" I continue to order my Chai drink with soya, but I never seem to get soya. "
"Well, it's good you're not lactose intolerance!" she said laughingly. "Let me take a look," she said, catching my phone. I watched when she quickly moved my favorite app.
"Oh, I'm not in a hurry," I said, when I set aside to let him pass.
"Oh no, I'm waiting for her," he said, waving his hand toward Barista, who was nose deep in my phone. I noticed that the man had a black plastic plate about the size of a quarter and I wondered what it was.
Another man approached a paper tray with two drinks and empty cracked plastic Starbucks cases. Again, I showed that I was not in line.
"Oh, I need her ", he said. I have obviously started something here.
"Wow, everyone needs you today," I laughed.
After some time Barista could remove my old "favorite" and loaded the new one that clearly said soya.
"It's so odd, I know I chose soy when I ordered it," I said thankfully for her help. I stepped away and noticed that the man with the plate held her quickly and started to the door.
"That's all you have to do?" I wondered at his patience and felt bad that I had taken such a long time with this sudden search for Barista.
"Yup" he answered with a smile and walked out.
Since I did not use I was in line and decided to try the new charcoal drink.
I sat to drink the bright fuchsia drink at the bar, watch customers and take notes when an attractive Asian woman approached and asked me what
"Despite the fact that it looks like Pepto-Bismol, it's in really quite tasty. "
Hmm, I wonder if I've started another trend today and soon there will be a trail of pink beverages going to the store . I noticed the long line when people waited to drink their orders, and I wondered. What's wrong with these people? Do not they have the program?
Journey of life; Berkshires to Boston and everywhere in between …
Source by Dorothy Preston