81st St, B'way "Oh I'm sorry, is my order interfering with your texting?"

81st street and Broadway, Upper West Side. Prime Real Estate. Yuppies. Strollers. Families. Upward mobility. And me. Okay no comment from the peanut gallery about me bringing down the property value, that's a different blog for a different subject.

No this is the Upper West Side of Manhattan. This is where the bar should be kinda high. Well guess what? This is where freshman employees come to die. This Starbucks has an interesting habit of hiring capable women, and barely functioning men, and then seeing most of the women disappear, leaving us with the brain dead crew.

So there was the cute short brunette with the funky glasses who I called "Hun" because she called everyone "Hun". What'll you have hun? She'd say to every customer. I knew she didn't think of me intimately or anything, to her I was another Tall Pike in a Grande Cup, but it made me feel good for 30 seconds while I ordered. She always smiled. Well, she's gone.

Then there was the short brunette with the funky glasses who looked like "Hun" but didn't really smile. She was a manager. She might not have had the personality, but this woman was ON THE BALL. She had that ship running tight and right. they don't have a lot of room behind the counter at this one so I imagine pressure is high, but it was a smooth operation. Well she's gone too.

There's the tall girl with the tattoo on her arm which she covers up with a sock. I don't know if Starbucks has a policy against body art, but they would be foolish to see this one go. She has been there a while, since the Hun Administration, and she can bang out a tall no whip skinny latte in a heartbeat without breaking a sweat. She's the only good one that I have seen lately. Because the rest are all dudes. And they are pretty effing lazy, and pretty effing dumb.

So I go in and to order my tall pike which, when dealing with the member of the BDC they had behind the register(that's Brain Dead Crew) it took a little bit longer and with a little more energy than I expected...

Hence the post title here, which I don't think requires much explanation:

ME: "I'm sorry, is my order interfering with your texting?"

I didn't say it, but I should have. Instead I gave a cold and curt "excuse me." After I was standing there for a while.