Creepy Old Guys.

At Starbucks you have an array of customers whom you get to know quite well. I find myself telling people what they are going to order, before they even say hello to me. Humans are such creatures of habit. There is Miss Karol, with her venti cup filled with a scoop of ice, one splenda on top, then nonfat milk poured to the top line, and the rest of the room filled with coffee. She takes a small straw instead of a large one. There is Matt with his tall white mocha, and if it is exceedingly warm outside, a venti iced water. Terri always gets an iced venti, extra ice, nonfat latte with one splenda. Sandy gets two dopio espressos with half an inch of extra hot steamed breve'. Stan the policeman gets a venti nonfat no whip caramel mocha. And I really need to learn the name of the guy who comes in and gets a tall, four and a half pump, whole milk, 180 degree, vanilla latte' with whipped cream. As high maintenance as he sounds, he is quite the sweetheart. All of the REI employees come in and get their hot chocolates, iced coffees, and tea. And we even have a 5 yr old customer, Maddie, who gets a tall vanilla bean frapp with no whipped cream - who loves when I wear flowers in my hair.

BUT there are some customers, who are not so.... welcomed. We have dubbed them "creepy guys". They weren't too bad about six months ago, when they would just come in and ask how our days were going. But when it progressed into them making crude remarks to the females working, and us females running to the back of the store in a middle of a rush to avoid them - thaaaaat's when things went down hill. I have heard from them: old creepy guy one, "we aren't hitting on you, we know we are too old for your taste." old creepy guy two, "he can speak for himself." Old creepy guy one, "if starbucks had a beauty pageant you would win by a long shot." Old creepy guy two, "I could take you for a ride sometime." Yes. Awful. Terrifying. Disgusting. We have a new girl, Emily, working at our store. She came into work yesterday and said, "There was this really weird guy who came in the other day and told me he liked my glasses. He said I had a sexy librarian look going on, and asked if when I took my ponytail out I shook my hair." I asked her who it was and she said she didn't know. I said, "I bet its the creepy guys.... did he order a triple grande latte with long shots?" Her eyes bulged and she said, "YES!" Yup, it was none other than creepy old guy number one.

Some customers you love, and some customers you loathe. Welcome to Starbucks.