I work at 6am at a sports facility, on a Saturday (tough, I know) I have to watch all the swim team kids go in for their practices, while I wait at the desk, do some work, and make the morning pass by. Here is to the lovely swim team father, who’s name I don’t even know, who brought me in a Starbucks drink this morning after jokingly giving you a hard time about it last week while I sarcastically said, “Aw Man, Starbucks?! I’m jealous.” I guess you actually listened. Thanks for starting my morning off right. It’s nice to know your type actually exists. Cheers!
—Front desker
This article appears in Oct 15-21, 2009.
He’s probably hitting on you. I’d still be flattered, though. If buying a chick a Starbucks coffee was all it took to get into her pants, I’d definitely start my own franchise.