I didn't feel especially spiffy today, but headed over to Starbucks anyway; even with a gurgling gut I figured I could sit there and work on rewrites, and thought the change of scenery might do me some good.
There was a group of kids in line ahead of me, ranging in ages from 17 or so on down to about 11, and I was behind the youngest of the two. The kids all seemed to be making orders in pairs, and the two ahead of me were ordering together.
The guys at the registers took them seriously, which gets them bonus points from me. I've been behind kids trying to order in fast food places before, and the teens at the registers often look right over them to the next adult, even when the kids are obviously trying to put in an order of their own.
|Yeah...it looked really good...|
"We'll call your name," the guy answered, cup and pen in hand. "What is it?"
"Sponge Bobeesha," he said with a straight face.
His companion, a girl about 12, piped up, "Mine is Fried Chickeniqua."
The two guys behind the counter lost it..it was a full minute before they could stop laughing enough to take my order.
Now the kids...they were smart. Instead of hovering around the counter to wait like everyone else, they went to the other side of the store and sat down. When their drinks were ready the barista looked at the cup and muttered,"Sponge Bobeesha?"
"You have to call it out," one of the guys that had been on register told her.
The place was busy; all the Mac people were lined up on one wall, their little apples glowing, and there were several people hanging near the counter waiting for their drinks. She obviously did not want to, but she took a deep breath and called them out.
"Sponge Bobeesha! Fried Chickeniqua!"
I have never seen so many adults so close to synchronized spittakes nor heard as much abrupt laughter as I did then.
And now...I so totally need a really good Starbucks name...