She Missed The Hive Mind Memo

It’s been a rather rough week and I want to treat myself to some of Seattle’s finest. I order ahead through the coffee shop’s app for one tall mocha latte so that I can pick it up after my last shift of the week. I get confirmation on the app and go.

I get there and go to the end of the counter for the drink, but there are none. I am confused and wave down a barista. He comes over and I show him the app and explain that I am here to pick up this drink.

Barista: “Are you sure? I thought you would have wanted a grande pumpkin spice latte.”

Me: “No, I ordered a tall mocha.”

Barista: “I don’t think so.”

Me: “Um… Why?”

Barista: “Because you’re a girl in her late teens. Your type always only orders pumpkin spice.”

Me: “…”

Barista: “If this is some sort of scam to try and get a free drink—”

Me: “I hate to be this person, but can I see your manager?”

Thankfully, the manager is understanding and extremely apologetic. I’m not trying to be an entitled brat, but JESUS. I am twenty-five years old and I just wanted a small pick-me-up.

The best part? As I am leaving, I hear the manager ask his barista what he was thinking. The barista replies:

Barista: “Because my girlfriend only orders pumpkin spice! Don’t girls only ever order pumpkin spice?”

I don’t think I will be going back there any time soon.