You know you are an addicted blog... um, writer... when you have your entire household boxed up and ready to move except your laptop, and you still take time to write something in hopes you won't lose readers by taking a few days off.
My coffee pot is packed, so I am using the drive-thru at Starbucks to satisfy my caffeine requirements. Let me preface what I'm about to say with a statement to food service professionals everywhere:
You are appreciated. When I dine in a restaurant and the service and attitude is good, I am a 20 percent tipper. I love you people, your job is, in many ways, more important and impactful than mine.
Now then, my issue. There was a tip jar at the drive-thru window of Starbucks. Yes. A tip jar sitting on the ledge outside the window.
Oh sure, I'm aware that all the extra training, years of college and historical study of coffee beans and the personal commitment it requires to become a licensed Barista doesn't come cheap.
Oh wait... there is no extra training, college, license or commitment. It's a drive-thru job! Just like McDonalds, only you don't have to ask about fries. It's a job where you prepare a product and hand it to the customer. There's no water-filling, no extra care that comes with waiting a table, and apparently no smiling.
Add to that, the fact that I'm being charged 4 dollars for a freakin' cup of joe. And you want me to tip you?
Sorry, but placing that tip jar at a drive-thru window takes tremendous, stupendous testicular fortitude. Congratulations.
From now on I'm going to QT for coffee, get it myself and drop a buck in a tip jar on my dash board. In short order, I'll have enough for a 12 pack.