I went to see my family in Harrisonburg (Virginia) this weekend, and toward the end of my time there I went to Target while Rachel was shopping in the adjacent shopping center. I just wanted to hit the Starbucks there to get a double shot of espresso. I order it, and the girl behind the counter asks me what size, so I tell her a double shot. Then she says what cup size, so I tell her a "tall" one which is of course, ironically, "small." Foamy did a good rant on that one, anyway... I go over to get the milk to make it nice and smooth, and lo and behold the moron is filling my double espresso up with regular coffee!! WHAT THE HELL?! She ruined two perfectly good shots of espresso with regular drip coffee!! I nearly staggered out of there in disbelief that I had witnessed such a bumpkinesque behavior in a town where I know for a fact the the average barista know better! Seriously, that's like ordering two shots of a good liquor and then having the bartender fill the rest of the glass up with tap beer. I am just at a loss for words as to how much my day was cheapened by that act of raw stupidity.
**UPDATE**:While this post was not intended to be taken seriously (apparently it has been), all I can say is extremism in defense of good coffee is no vice!
Oh, the humanity... ;)
I'm so sorry, Mike. There are no words.
I hope you can put this behind you, pick up the pieces, & carry on.
Thank you for your condolences, therapy is going well. I think I'll make a full recovery any day now ;)
Instead of worrying about the coffee service in Harrisonburg you better be worrying about the "bigger" picture of what is happening when you visit. Lies, deceit, adultery, etc., etc., etc.
What would Jesus do?
"Knows Better?" You sound more like you don't know shit. How about you post under your real name instead of some half-assed nom de plume? At least then I could assign proper credit for your drivel.
Mike, apparently everytime you go to Harrisonburg, it falls apart. To have the power to make a whole city go nuts with sin just by going to visit and getting some starbucks - that's something.
I know, you would think that I am a double agent for Satan or something. A clever facade, don't you think?
[Jules, Vincent and Jimmie are drinking coffee in Jimmie's kitchen]
Jules: Mmmm! Goddamn, Jimmie! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Vince would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?
Jimmie: Knock it off, Jules.
Jules: [pause] What?
Jimmie: I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Bonnie goes shopping she buys SHIT. Me, I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.
Oh man, that was one of the best scenes in the whole movie. Probably the best was the part near the end in the shop with the gimp.
;)
I stumbled upon this site after I did a search for "when bonnie goes shopping she buys shit" and was pleasantly surprised after reading your humorous story...which was before finding my search result. The point of this? Find solace in the fact that I read what you wrote before reading what Tarantino wrote...that must mean you have a way with words. Just thought I'd let you know...keep writing man. Good find CTRL+D.
Anyone worthy of drinking espresso would know that a "tall" isn't small, a "short" is small. Who the hell asks for 2 shots of espresso in a tall cup anyway?
More to the point, who the hell puts milk in espresso?
Go and order a cappuccino and sit with the ladies already!
Who the hell uses caffeine when crystal meth gets you wired better and faster?
We could play this game all day long...