Starbucks Misadventures 3 - Milk and Lights Out

This is going to be a two-part Misadventures post... because yes, they happen so often I can't keep up, and these both are quick, more random events.  

The Superdome wasn't the only place with a brief blackout out this weekend! 

Picture, please, a lovely Saturday evening at a Starbucks Evenings Store.  For those who don't know what that means, it means our store serves beer and wine and has tasty new small plates like truffle mac and cheese, bacon wrapped dates, and fondue, so we're talking a high class, fancy Starbucks.  Black tie Starbucks.  Or rather, black apron and black awning Starbucks.  Anyway, it's a pretty packed store with a lovely hipster playing guitar and singing some indie folk, and everyone is having a nice, classy evening.   

My coworker and I are in the back room, chatting away as usual, and she reaches up to grab something.  Before we know it, she's knocked down the entire huge, paper-heavy bulletin board that is was hanging on the wall back there.  There is instantly a big mess, daily announcements scattered all over the floor, and we start dying of laughter.  So we're back here, cleaning up and laughing, when a few minutes later our supervisor comes back, shaking his head... and TURNS ON THE LIGHTS.  The bulletin board had hit, on its way down, the entire row of switches, turning off all the lights in the entire store.  It was nighttime, so it was quite noticeable, I'd say.  We start dying some more of laughter.   And of course, the whole store can see that we're back there and clearly the culprits of their essay writing, psychoanalyzing, poem creating, patent law reading interruption.  Luckily most of them laughed.  

The other story happened tonight on my way home.  It went something like this.  I was out of milk, so I decided to copy a coworker and take home a trenta cup of milk as one of my many allotted drinks.  It's free for me, so makes a great deal of sense.  Thus I get on the bus carrying my venti coffee and trenta milk, which look like this:

I sit down, with my headphones in, minding my own business, when a guy ACROSS the bus starts talking to me.  I immediately feel myself blush, as this is now the entire front half of the bus's entertainment, but do manage to stay pretty apathetic toward this man.  It goes something like this:

Curious Man - Excuse me, is that a Starbucks container full of milk? 
Me - Yes, yes it is. 
CM - Oh.  (brain turning, not yet satisfied)  Is it really good milk?  Is it special?
Me - I mean, it's normal milk. 
CM - Hmm.  (more turning)  Well, I've just never seen anyone get just plain milk from Starbucks before.  Especially one that big.  
Me - (Finally deciding I should give at least a little explanation, but too tired to really care)  Yeah, well, I work there, so I took it. (Later realizing I now just sound like a little thief.) 
CM - Ooh, you work there?  I see.  Well, I like the Starbucks on Rush and Oak. 

**End of conversation**

carpe diem, hakuna matata, no day but today... redhead OUT. 

Namaste