Cloudya
I used to drink Frappucinos

Then, one day, at a totally random Starbuck’s I’d never visited before, I ordered a soy mocha.  The barista, who I’d never met before in my life, made a face.

“You strike me more as a Frappuccino kind of girl,” he said.

Mind.  Blown.

I was a “type”.  I was Frappuccino girl.  I was frozen, sweet, fluffy, drink-your-caffeinated-beverage-through-a-straw girl.  A ball of cotton.  A souffle.  It was so plain even a stranger could see it.

The fuck?!

It threw me for such a loop that to this day I can’t order a frappuccino without feeling shame.

True story.

  1. saidme said: Ever since that Starbucks guy got fired for posting his song on youtube about fat, rich ladies ordering Grande Skinny Vanilla Lattes, I have hated myself…as I order a Tall SVL instead.
  2. catty1 said: As a former barrista (not at Strbx) I interpret that this way: you don’t seem like the prissy uptight person who orders a soy anything! ;)
  3. tymethiefslongerthoughts said: You know… there’s nothing WRONG with being a Frappuccino kind of girl. I mean… I’m a caramel macchiato kind of girl which I think while not fluffy has even more sugar and comes with a giant caramel splattered dash of whipped cream on top….
  4. thefount said: Huh. A douchey barista? That’s a first.