10 "should nots" for the coffee shop person

Ten Things Coffee Shop Customers Should Be Aware Of: 

1. Do you have ANY idea how obnoxious it is when you stand there and try to order when you are on your cell phone? We are people too; hang up the phone, or AT LEAST tell the other person to hold on for a minute.  Don’t act like I am the obnoxious one when I ask for your order…you did walk into a coffee shop.

2. I am not a mind reader.  If you say you want coffee with a shot of caramel, that’s what you are getting.  A latte is a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT DRINK.

3. Also, a latte typically is not iced, especially not in the middle of winter.  If you ask for a vanilla latte, and then get mad at me when it’s not iced, maybe you should rethink your ESP skills and ASK FOR IT ICED next time

4. Yes, it’s decaf. Yes, I’m sure. Yes, I double-checked.

5. “Low-fat” muffin does NOT mean it is good for you, or that it is low-calorie.  It simply means that it has 400 calories instead of 450 calories, and a couple less grams of fat.

6. A cappuccino is supposed to be 1/3 espresso, 1/3 milk, 1/3 froth.  If you come into a coffee shop and ask for a cappuccino, don’t be disappointed when it doesn’t taste like the sugary mess you get from the convenience store.

7. A small tip goes a LONG way.  We are working hard, and generally people are angry towards us… we aren’t asking for a lot, but if you throw in a couple quarters or a dollar, it is greatly appreciated.

8. You are getting a drink with whipped cream, chocolate, flavored syrup, and candies sprinkled on top.  Changing it from “2 percent” to “skim milk” is not going to really save you a lot…

9. I don’t have a say in the music.  My boss said I have to play it, so it’s getting played. I am sorry that you don’t like it…but I don’t either and I have to listen to it repeating for 6 hours at a time.

10. I also don’t have a say in the prices.  I know that it is expensive, but nobody is forcing you to pay $5 a day. And it won’t make the coffee cheaper if you complain about it and yell at me for it.

Love, Your local barista

What?

This isn't a horror story so much as a: "what?" story. This happened about seven or eight years ago. I was working in my coffee shop and a woman came in, looking at the menu board and said: 

"I'd like a burger with fries please."

I looked at her, so confused, and this was the conversation we had.

Me: "What?"

Her, obviously annoyed: "I'd like a burger with fries please."

Me: "I'm sorry, we don't serve that here."

Her: "Well what DO you serve?"

Me: "Coffee."

I then proceeded to point her towards are bakery and dinner type foods of course, but she clearly was on a mission for a burger with fries. I still don't know why she came into a coffee shop in search of them.

Our first story!!

It was my first week on the job, and, really, my first shift without a supervisor over my shoulder, guiding my every move.  I was still getting used to finding the buttons on the screen and was moving a little slow.  I look up to help the next customer, and this is what I hear:
     "I'd like a large mocha, with caramel drizzle on the bottom, skim milk, two shots of espresso, extra hot, steamed to 180, stirred, with a thin tight layer of whip on top to hold all of the extra shavings you are going to put on it, with the lid on the side."
     As I'm sure you can imagine, at this point I was still stuck on the word "drizzle" and when I asked him to repeat his order, he looked at me the same way that a Mensa member might look at the village idiot.  He then rolled his eyes, gave an overly-dramatic deep sigh, repeated his order, and then walked away so that he could go pick up his drink.  I still didn't get the order...but luckily the person making the drink was familiar with this guy and didn't need me to enter every little detail...otherwise, we all would have been there for a very long time.

Crying Over Spilled Milk

The silhouettes of two people appear in the dim light of the parking lot. The crisp night air pushes their feet swiftly towards the inviting coffeehouse. As the door is opened their senses are pleasurably soothed by the aromatic coffee that emanates from every corner of the building. The morning routine of opening a coffee shop is without question a work of art. It shares the likeness of a dance between two people; both follow a series of steps, but work together to display a grandeur of skill and beauty. The espresso machine must be assembled, the bakery displayed, and the coffee ground and brewed. Anyone familiar with a coffee house has cataloged the sounds that routinely assail their ears. The pounding of the espresso heads, the pouring of the shots, and the grinding of the beans is like a symphony, harmonizing together to render the resonance of coffee.
     History relays to us the importance of coffee shops on people and culture. It is a place of relaxation and refuge. A room filled with more than coffee and comfort food, but warm conversation and fellowship. The rich and delicious coffee is the gathering point for people of all ages to converge and connect.
     Unfortunately, in a highly consumer driven culture and economy the coffee house experience is now but a frail outline of it origins. Few people know what life is like for the modern barista’s who serve this ever growing self-indulgent civilization. The stories range from daunting to unbelievable to all out ridiculous. This blog is for barista’s around the country to write in and share their customer stories with each other. Let coffee bring us together like it was always intended, only in a more twisted way.
     Please remain anonymous (no names of real persons or companies) and e-mail us your stories (spilledmilkproject@gmail.com) to see them up on the blog!