Soy milk! Stat!

OK, I lied. I’m not writing about the concert today. That’s because I’m still in the process of organizing my concert pictures. Oh, yes, there were many pictures, and a large amount of them were quite awesome. I want to keep it all together, so the blog entry on the concert will have to wait.

Ah, but I have a story about something that happened prior to making it to the concert. About half an hour before the show start I wanted to stop by a Starbucks. I don’t get drinks from there all that often: definitely not to the extent of some Starbucks junkies out there. That being said, I do have a favourite drink. After ordering it enough times, over time I’ve honed it down to how I really want it. I’m sure I’ve got the ordering of the terms in the improper order, but whatever. I ordered a hot half-sweet soy grande green tea latte. I know. I sometimes joke about the people that order these complicated drinks and yet somehow I’ve become one of them. The cashier passed the order over to the barista who had to ask for it again. When he got it, I caught a glimpse of him rolling his eyes. Yeah, no kidding. Damn you, I know what I specifically want. Stop judging! Anyway, he went to check the fridge for soy milk but he seemed to have run out. He got another barista to run over to the store room at the other side of the Eaton Centre for “Soy milk! Stat!” Ooh, he ordered a rush order on it.

He told me that I’d have to wait a minute while they got soy milk. No matter. I was willing to wait. Five minutes later though, nothing. That’s when I started darting the unamused eyes over. The runner came back empty handed. After a brief discussion, he sent her out again in search of soy milk. As much as I was amused, I was getting anxious because we had the concert to go to. I think he sensed the frustration because he gave me a coupon for a free drink with sincere apologies. Well, all right then. At least he had some sense of customer service, right? Another five minutes later, and still nothing. He was chatting with a friend about how he felt bad that I’d been waiting there for a very long time. Apparently the store rooms are across the mall, and really, the Toronto Eaton Centre is pretty damn big. In the end, he asked if there was another drink that I wanted. Just to see if the fridge was at least kind of stocked I asked if he had any lactose-free milk. No, I don’t think I’m lactose intolerant, but I figured that asking for it jived with why I’d ask for soy milk. See! The gears are always turning. In the end, I finally got my drink but only after 13 minutes of idle time. That’s not right. As he handed it to me he gave me yet another free coupon. Wow. Two free drinks, eh? Decent restitution, I suppose. Still, that 15 minutes cut into our travel time which consequently cut into the concert. The Eaton Centre to the Air Canada Centre isn’t that far, right? Thing is we got lost and headed toward the CN Tower/Rogers Centre instead. Stupid! In my mind all three buildings are together. In some ways that’s true, but no, the ACC is further east. That cut another 10 minutes off the concert since we ended up doing a big box. By the time we got there we already missed the first act. Boo!

Anyway, I’ll leave it at that for now. I’ll get to the concert soon enough.

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2. Milk pouch carting
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