Starbucks Wars! Episode One: A New Hire. cont'd'd!
On the drive over to the mecca of caffeine addicts across America it became apparent that everyone except Donna was a supporting character. This was accepted without question for the sake of the story and the author's sanity.
As we walked into the symbol of capitalism with a cheerful, brown ambiance and jazzy background music, not one of us noticed the creepy old guy in the corner hiding behind a newspaper while surreptitiously observing us. There were no allowances for creepy old guys in our naive and optimistic worldview. Perhaps we did not see him because we weren't ready to see him on a subconscious level. Perhaps we were lured into a state of complacent unawareness by Starbucks' insidious charm. Perhaps. What we did notice was the hot blond guy behind the counter. "Hey that guy's new here," giggled Penny schoolgirlishly as Polly simultaneously pretended to be above checking him out and Sophie simultaneously tried to shut up Penny. She could have saved the effort however, for Adonis only had eyes for one of us: Donna. "Can I help you?!" he begged, metaphorically flinging himself to lie prone at her feet. And Donna was seemingly unaware. "Um, I'll have a small frappuccino, please...carmel. And guys, do you want cookies?" Blonde guy stared at her as she turned back to us for a fraction of a second before falling all over himself to prepare the frappuccino to outshine all frappuccinos since the invention of the frappuccino. We knew then, in those last moments of innocence, that nothing would be the same. We experienced a communal premonition of childhood lost. And then we ordered confections.
As we walked into the symbol of capitalism with a cheerful, brown ambiance and jazzy background music, not one of us noticed the creepy old guy in the corner hiding behind a newspaper while surreptitiously observing us. There were no allowances for creepy old guys in our naive and optimistic worldview. Perhaps we did not see him because we weren't ready to see him on a subconscious level. Perhaps we were lured into a state of complacent unawareness by Starbucks' insidious charm. Perhaps. What we did notice was the hot blond guy behind the counter. "Hey that guy's new here," giggled Penny schoolgirlishly as Polly simultaneously pretended to be above checking him out and Sophie simultaneously tried to shut up Penny. She could have saved the effort however, for Adonis only had eyes for one of us: Donna. "Can I help you?!" he begged, metaphorically flinging himself to lie prone at her feet. And Donna was seemingly unaware. "Um, I'll have a small frappuccino, please...carmel. And guys, do you want cookies?" Blonde guy stared at her as she turned back to us for a fraction of a second before falling all over himself to prepare the frappuccino to outshine all frappuccinos since the invention of the frappuccino. We knew then, in those last moments of innocence, that nothing would be the same. We experienced a communal premonition of childhood lost. And then we ordered confections.