Every Barista Ever Has Bean There
Me: “One small vanilla bean for [Girl’s Name]!”
A male, businessman-looking customer approaches.
Customer: “Is this mine?”
Me: “It’s a vanilla bean for [Girl’s Name].”
Customer: “Great!”
The customer takes it and leaves. A few minutes pass and a woman comes up looking for her daughter’s drink, a small vanilla bean. I apologize and remake it, thinking the cup must have fallen.
The customer from before suddenly comes up, slamming his half-gone drink on the counter.
Customer: “This isn’t my f****** black coffee! And they spelled my name wrong!”
He had drunk half of a very sweet, coffee-free frozen drink, and only then did he realize it wasn’t his black coffee.
