Monday, March 23, 2009

Do You Speak Starbuck-ian?

Posted in Humor, Life, Pursuit of Happiness tagged , , , at 11:11 am by Elaine Petrowski

Or is it Starbuck-ese?  Or Starbuck-ish?

Maybe if I take notes?

Maybe if I take notes?

Well, no matter what you call it, I sure don’t.

At least not fluently.

No matter how many times I stand in front of that board, I’ll be damned if I can remember which confabulation of a marketing term– tall, grande or venti –actually means “medium.”  And does the  “latte”  or “Americano” have more milk?

It’s just easier, cheaper and faster to communicate at Dunkin’ Donuts (Especially  if there’s a drive through.)

And unlike the scones, chocolate-covered graham crackers and madelines at Starbucks, the donuts don’t even tempt me. (Apparently, my people don’t come from fried foods.)

Is this another sign of advancing age? (Click here for more on age.) Or am I just not good at languages?

Three years of  struggling  through high school Latin, and five… count ’em… five years of French, have actually, as the nuns predicted, given me a head start in games like “Jeopardy” and a barely passing grade in “shopping Italian”.

But I figure I’m on year ten of Starbuck-ian… and I still can’t get the coffee I want without checking the board for the translation.

Et vous? (or it that et tu?)