Why My Life Is Awesome
Part I:
I got a free drink at Starbuck's today. I know the barista, he's a graduate from the school I teach at, and knows me by name. Anyway, there was a bitchy customer complaining about the size names. "Venti, WTF is venti. Why is there something bigger than grande..." etc., etc. The following conversation ensues:
Barista: Look, I'm sorry, but I don't know where it came from, and I'm not in charge of the size names. If you want to lodge a complaint, I can give you the phone number.
Customer: I don't want a phone number, I want sizes that make sense.
Barista (wearily): I'm sorry, I can't help you with that. Can I help you with something else?
Customer: What kind of coffee shop has sizes like "tall, grande, venti"?
Me (interrupting because I'm sick of standing in line behind this guy): Actually, I can explain that, I think. How many ounces is a venti cup?
B: Twenty...
Me: "Venti" means "twenty." In Italian, which is where a lot of the fancy coffee drinks come from.
C: ...oh.
*C buys drink and leaves*
*I order drink and prepare to pay*
B: Oh no. You have no idea how many people I have seen refuse to order a drink because I couldn't explain the term "venti." You get a freebie.
Me: Oooookay... thank you...
Part II:
I also walked in on a physics class the other day, to drop off a form. The teacher motioned me in, and held up a finger to ask me to wait a minute. So I stood inside the doorway and witnessed the following exchange:
Teacher: So, let's go back over that. What is the First Law of Thermodynamics?
Student (one of mine, actually, using appropriate voice tones): You do NOT talk about Thermodynamics!
*class, plus teacher and me, dissolves in laughter*
I got a free drink at Starbuck's today. I know the barista, he's a graduate from the school I teach at, and knows me by name. Anyway, there was a bitchy customer complaining about the size names. "Venti, WTF is venti. Why is there something bigger than grande..." etc., etc. The following conversation ensues:
Barista: Look, I'm sorry, but I don't know where it came from, and I'm not in charge of the size names. If you want to lodge a complaint, I can give you the phone number.
Customer: I don't want a phone number, I want sizes that make sense.
Barista (wearily): I'm sorry, I can't help you with that. Can I help you with something else?
Customer: What kind of coffee shop has sizes like "tall, grande, venti"?
Me (interrupting because I'm sick of standing in line behind this guy): Actually, I can explain that, I think. How many ounces is a venti cup?
B: Twenty...
Me: "Venti" means "twenty." In Italian, which is where a lot of the fancy coffee drinks come from.
C: ...oh.
*C buys drink and leaves*
*I order drink and prepare to pay*
B: Oh no. You have no idea how many people I have seen refuse to order a drink because I couldn't explain the term "venti." You get a freebie.
Me: Oooookay... thank you...
Part II:
I also walked in on a physics class the other day, to drop off a form. The teacher motioned me in, and held up a finger to ask me to wait a minute. So I stood inside the doorway and witnessed the following exchange:
Teacher: So, let's go back over that. What is the First Law of Thermodynamics?
Student (one of mine, actually, using appropriate voice tones): You do NOT talk about Thermodynamics!
*class, plus teacher and me, dissolves in laughter*