Against my better judgement, I stopped at Biggby for coffee yesterday, only to have a guy totally sneak in front of me in line. Heather angry!
But! I quickly realized that his douchebaggery found me witness to the following, fantastically mind-blowing, exchange:
Douchebag Customer: "Gimme a tall coffee with thirteen ice cubes."
Barista: "What?"
DBC: "Tall coffee with thirteen ice cubes."
B: "Thirteen..."
DBC: "Ice cubes."
B: Pause. "Tall coffee." Pause. "With thirteen ice cubes. Coming up."
I stood behind this guy, trying not to pee myself, but also trying to come up with an equally ridiculous order. In the end, I couldn't do it. The douchebag customer left quickly and I stepped up to the counter.
Heather: "Um..." And then I exploded in giggles.
Barista: "AMAZING."
Heather: "I can't wait to tell that story all day!"
Barista: "Same here!"
Then I recounted a similar experience at Bruegger's, in which a girl ordered:
"A large coke. Half diet, half Coke. More diet than Coke." Pause. "Oh, and no ice."
Yes. Such is Ann Arbor. When the students are in town, that is.
Anyway, I paid for my mocha, and the barista stamped my coffee card six times. Score!
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