Here’s a quick one:
I’ve been going to my regular Starbucks for about 5 years now. The last 2 in earnest. I’ve written the majority of a novel there, and several blog posts. (This one is no exception.)
So, I came in one day and one of my favorite baristas hollers out, “SCOTTY!” You know, because that’s my name. And he totally knows it.
I holler back the requisite, “Suuuuuup?” and waltz over to the counter to order my coffee.
The girl at the register says, “Hi! What can I get for you today?”
I place my order, “Trente iced coffee unsweet with light soy”
“Alright, Seth, your coffee will be up in a minute.”
SETH?? I was perplexed. I mean, the guy standing right next to her just yelled out my name loud enough for the cooks in the Japanese restaurant next door to know my name. (Point of clarification: I have not tested this theory.) (Yet.) At any rate, I stopped and looked at her for a second, sure she was joking. She wasn’t.
She even wrote it on the cup…and not because she’s F-ing with me, like that one video might lead you to believe. So, word spread pretty quick, and now the baristas call me Seth.
“What’re you having today, SETH?”
So much so, that the newer baristas think my name is Seth. This is funny, because Seth has become my alter ego now. The only problem with Seth is that he speaks in the 3rd person. ALL. THE. TIME. Oh, and he has a bit of a potty mouth. You know, because good times. Amiright??
The point of all of this, is that it led to some Coke-based humor. I ran across this bottle of Coke in the grocery store. There was no way I couldn’t not buy it.
The next installment (unless something insane happens in the mean time) has our intrepid hero Seth, coming face to face with the horror of horrors…a poor girl who might just be the worst barista who has ever lived.
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