If At First You Don’t Succeed, Chai Again, Part 4
COFFEE SHOP, COLLEGE & UNIVERSITY | WORKING | MARCH 22, 2016
(There is a coffee shop on campus, and I often go for tea to keep me awake in class. Since most of the staff are students, there seems to be somebody new every couple weeks. I order a large iced soy chai, but when it’s called the drink is barely off-white. I take a sip, and there is just the faintest hint of tea.)
Me: “Uh, excuse me, but I don’t think you put enough chai in this. It’s usually a lot darker.”
Barista: “Oh, that’s the soy milk. It’s white, so the drink turns out white, too.”
Me: “How much chai did you put in this? I always get it with soy but it’s never been anywhere close to this light.”
Barista: “I just learned this one, and the instructions say to put one pump in the cup, and that is what I did!”
Me: “It’s a twenty-ounce drink. One pump may be enough for a small, but—”
(She snatches the drink off the counter, tips about an inch down the sink, and adds just a little more chai concentrate.)
Barista: *very condescending* “There, sweetie, I added an extra pump just for you. Y’all have a blessed day now, you hear?”
(In the American South, with that particular tone of voice, this is about as polite as you can ask someone to go f*** themselves without swearing, but still make sure they know what you’re thinking. If she wasn’t already making me late for class, I would’ve asked for a manager. My drink continued not to taste very much like chai, but I never saw her again anywhere on campus.)
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