Unfiltered Story #190332

, | Unfiltered | March 22, 2020

(I work in a popular coffee shop inside of a department store. We’re close to a college, so we routinely get college kids coming in. It’s about an hour before closing when three college aged students come in, one guy and two girls. The two girls are giggling while the guy tries to get their orders.)

Girl #1: “I want a strawberry…um…refresher.”
Girl #2: “Strawberry acai refresher, [Girl #1]!”
Girl #1: “I never know how to pronounce it and always feel super bad for the barista. [Guy], pronounce it for me!”
Guy: “Hold on, I’m looking at their secret menu for mine. [Girl #2], what did you want?”
Girl #2: “Vanilla bean, but that poor dude’s going to hate you for yours.”
Girl #1: “They’re going to have no idea what the f*** you’re talking about!” *to me* “SORRY ABOUT HIM!”
Me: *chuckling* “It’s okay. I’ll take your orders when you’re ready.”
(The guy approaches and places his order, which thankfully isn’t off the secret menu. He looks pointedly at the girls, who immediately go bright red).
Girl#1: “I don’t know what size!”
Girl#2: “Me either…”
Guy: *sighs and rolls his eyes* “They’ll have grandes.”
Girl #1: “Grande strawberry…refresher. [Guy], I hate you. I can’t say that word.”
Me: “It’s okay. Most people can’t. What about you?”
Girl#2: “Strawberry vanilla bean, please.”
(It’s the end of the semester, so I assume they’re all a little brain dead and decide to ignore her slip up. I know what she wants, and they’ve all been polite so far. Her friend isn’t having that, though).
Girl #1: “Um…[Girl#2]…STRAWBERRY vanilla bean?”
(The other girl turns bright red and starts stammering. She apologizes repeatedly while her friends laugh.”
Me: “It’s okay. Grande vanilla bean coming right up.”
(She apologizes again and goes to sit at the table farthest away from me, head in her hands and face beet red. The guy goes to sit next to her, while the other girl keeps laughing and calling it karma. When I finish their drinks, she’s the last one to the counter, still blushing.)

Girl#2: *to her friends* “Sorry you guys can’t take me places.” *to me* “Sorry my friends can’t take me places. I’ve written three giant papers this week and took two finals…”

(I manage to hold in my laughter until they walk away. I hope that poor girl manages to do well on the rest of her finals.)