I’m at the Starbucks in the student union.
Barista #1 is a middle aged black woman with an accent.
Barista #2 is a teenage Hispanic student.
Me: “May I have a venti dark roast with room?”
Barista #1: “Sure. Hm, this is a refill so it will be 54 cents.”
I pull out my card.
Barista #1: “You don’t have 54 cents?”
Me: “Oh, I have a dollar. Here.”
Barista #1: “Good. You don’t want to swipe your card for such a small amount.”
Me: “Yeah, I’m bad about carrying cash…I should go to the ATM.”
Barista #2 (who is making the drinks): “Oh who carries cash anymore?! The only people who carry cash now a-days are drug dealers, banks, and Indians.”
Barista #1 gasps, and we both look at Barista #2.
We then look at the Indian woman1 who was waiting for her drink. She’s glaring at Barista #2 as if he just bitch-slapped her child.
Barista #2 (to me): “What?”
Me: “I honestly don’t know how to respond to that…but uh, I’ll got to ATM later. Have a nice day!”
I snatched my coffee and limped away before any drama could start.
1 He was probably talking about Native Americans, but it was an odd comment because he was making a drink for an East-Indian.
6 Comments
butterflyfish1
July 20, 2009 at 6:41 pmHow does this stuff always happen to you?
Jansen
July 20, 2009 at 6:46 pmI think odd exchanges are more common than you think!
Nicole
July 20, 2009 at 7:32 pmJust spent like 2 hours reading through your blog. Great stuff!
Jansen
July 20, 2009 at 7:46 pmI’m here to entertain…and totally jockying for a Judge Show.
Scène de ville jumelée
July 21, 2009 at 1:10 amI should waltz in with a mariachi band singing Cucaracha.
Jansen
July 21, 2009 at 10:58 amNoooo