Since i was told that i looked pretty granny with my cream coloured summer sweater today, hence the title.
Remember your first time at starbucks? When unfamiliar terms like "
grande" and "
frappuchino" were staring back at you from the menu board? and you scrunch up your nose trying to decide what they really meant and what you want to order and not sound like some clueless noob and get snickered at other customers? wheew, that was a mouthful.
Anyway, though i have been to starbucks a few times previously, i still get the same jittery feeling whenever i stand at the counter. i can never get the names right and the most ironic thing is, i don't drink coffee. so latte, cappuccino, espresso... they all mean coffee to me, simple as that. Try explaining to me the variations and my eyes will start to glaze over after 5 seconds.
So the only item i usually order would be anything that sounds vaguely non-caffeine. The next toughie is the sizes. Being used to macs, i always find myself in pretty awkward situations when i start ordering my passion fruit drink (i forgot the exact name) "medium" at starbucks. Alas, "medium" doesn't exist in the size categories. And this never fails to be accompanied by a weird stare from the guy at the counter. Oh boy.
Today i requested for an iced full-leaf tea and i was shown this huge array of different tea flavours. i think the only flavours that rang a bell were earl grey tea and chamomile tea. The guy looked pretty bored, staring at his nails as he waited for me to make my selection. In the end, i threw my hands up and asked him exasperated, "i don't know. What do you recommend?" By the time, i expected the bored guy to just roll his eyes and randomly stab a finger at the closest flavour on the tea rack.
Instead, he looked a little surprised and thoughtfully recommended his personal favourite - jasmine orange. He even added that it would taste heavenly with some xxx syrup (sorry i can never remember all these). Since it would take a while for it to fully soak up the flavour, he suggested me to wait at my seat and he would serve it to me later. My iced jasmine orange tea was served with a cheery smile from the no-longer-bored guy.
Wow, at least someone gives a s*** about my order this time. Feels pretty good actually, to be honest.
