Wrath of the Coffee gods
I enjoy my daily mochas. If you didn't know this, allow me to introduce myself...
I usually get my mochas from Starbucks. I like the fact that I can count on getting soy milk there (almost consistantly) and I really like being able to get drive-through coffee when I have the girls in the car. I buy so many mochas from Starbucks that my daughter, upon seeing the white and green cup, will whine, "Decaf soy mocha...Decaf soy mocha." (It seems she's developing a bad coffee habit, too.)
I have been in the San Diego area all week working for the Navy. I assumed, erroneously, that it would be easy to find a drive-through Starbucks somewhere between my hotel and duty station. But despite the fact that I did not see a Starbucks on the road, I was told on Monday that one could be found on Orange Street in Coronado.
On Tuesday, I spotted the Starbucks, but I was running late and couldn't get my mocha.
I set my alarm forward to ensure I would have plenty of time to stop Wednesday morning. However, my alarm did not go off and though I made it to class on time I had to miss my shower and my mocha.
Wednesday evening Mike and I decided to drive out to La Mesa. This was partly so I could see SDSU and my old stomping grounds. This was also because I knew there was a Starbucks at Grossmont Center. We went to Barnes & Noble and bought Amelia and Diana new books. We followed this with dinner at Rubio's Baja Grill. As dinner was winding down I told Mike, "I'm going to slip next door and get a mocha." Well, the girls were getting cranky, so Mike suggested we get everyone in the car and go to a drive through coffee stop instead. I wasn't certain this would work, but I made up my mind that nothing would deter me from eventually getting my mocha.
The drive through Starbucks I had seen next to I-8 was, essentially, inaccessible. It was located at that spot in San Diego where I-15, I-8 and the 805 all meet. I wasn't willing to deal with that mess when I knew there was a Starbucks on Miramar Drive down the street from the base where my family was staying.
Cruising down Miramar Drive I kept my eyes peeled for Starbucks. I finally spotted it to my left and felt a flicker of joy in my heart. As I sat in the left turn lane, waiting for my green light, I had little daydreams about my coming treat. I watched the Starbucks drive through with envy as a car passed the service window.
Boy was this a long red light.
I sat and sat and watched as the lit Starbucks menu board turned dark. I was a tiny bit concerned until I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 7:30. Nothing closes at 7:30. I also saw a car in the drive through lane throw on its back-up lights just before I got my green arrow. Again, I was still happily thinking that nothing could keep me from my mocha.
When I reached the speaker where I would space my order I heard a recorded voice say, "Thank you for visiting Starbucks. We are now closed. Please return during our normal business hours." Continuing to the pick-up window I read the paper sign that stated, "This Starbucks will close at 7:30 on March 14."
Unbelievable.
Mike had a very hard time not laughing. I was very irritated, but it still struck me as funny. And yes, I did eventually get my mocha. Still I have to wonder if my planets were misalligned or what I had done to have this much trouble getting my drink.
Lisa
I usually get my mochas from Starbucks. I like the fact that I can count on getting soy milk there (almost consistantly) and I really like being able to get drive-through coffee when I have the girls in the car. I buy so many mochas from Starbucks that my daughter, upon seeing the white and green cup, will whine, "Decaf soy mocha...Decaf soy mocha." (It seems she's developing a bad coffee habit, too.)
I have been in the San Diego area all week working for the Navy. I assumed, erroneously, that it would be easy to find a drive-through Starbucks somewhere between my hotel and duty station. But despite the fact that I did not see a Starbucks on the road, I was told on Monday that one could be found on Orange Street in Coronado.
On Tuesday, I spotted the Starbucks, but I was running late and couldn't get my mocha.
I set my alarm forward to ensure I would have plenty of time to stop Wednesday morning. However, my alarm did not go off and though I made it to class on time I had to miss my shower and my mocha.
Wednesday evening Mike and I decided to drive out to La Mesa. This was partly so I could see SDSU and my old stomping grounds. This was also because I knew there was a Starbucks at Grossmont Center. We went to Barnes & Noble and bought Amelia and Diana new books. We followed this with dinner at Rubio's Baja Grill. As dinner was winding down I told Mike, "I'm going to slip next door and get a mocha." Well, the girls were getting cranky, so Mike suggested we get everyone in the car and go to a drive through coffee stop instead. I wasn't certain this would work, but I made up my mind that nothing would deter me from eventually getting my mocha.
The drive through Starbucks I had seen next to I-8 was, essentially, inaccessible. It was located at that spot in San Diego where I-15, I-8 and the 805 all meet. I wasn't willing to deal with that mess when I knew there was a Starbucks on Miramar Drive down the street from the base where my family was staying.
Cruising down Miramar Drive I kept my eyes peeled for Starbucks. I finally spotted it to my left and felt a flicker of joy in my heart. As I sat in the left turn lane, waiting for my green light, I had little daydreams about my coming treat. I watched the Starbucks drive through with envy as a car passed the service window.
Boy was this a long red light.
I sat and sat and watched as the lit Starbucks menu board turned dark. I was a tiny bit concerned until I looked down at my watch and saw that it was 7:30. Nothing closes at 7:30. I also saw a car in the drive through lane throw on its back-up lights just before I got my green arrow. Again, I was still happily thinking that nothing could keep me from my mocha.
When I reached the speaker where I would space my order I heard a recorded voice say, "Thank you for visiting Starbucks. We are now closed. Please return during our normal business hours." Continuing to the pick-up window I read the paper sign that stated, "This Starbucks will close at 7:30 on March 14."
Unbelievable.
Mike had a very hard time not laughing. I was very irritated, but it still struck me as funny. And yes, I did eventually get my mocha. Still I have to wonder if my planets were misalligned or what I had done to have this much trouble getting my drink.
Lisa
posted by Lisa, Mike, Amelia, and Diana at 10:27 AM
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