Not bright

The people who work at my local coffee shop are not very bright. Well, there are two in particular who, when I walk in and see that either of them is working the counter, make me groan in my head.

The first time I was like, Oh, this person’s not too bright was when I ordered my usual tea, called kokomate, and they put it in as a kokomate latte (which I didn’t notice or I’d have said something and while I’m sure was delicious, was not what I’d ordered). I said, “Oh, I just wanted a regular tea, not a latte,” so they remade my drink, but did not offer to refund me the difference in cost from a regular hot tea versus a latte. I thought about saying something, but ever since I got charged $1,300 for a Christmas tree, I’ve been wary of peoples’ ability to properly run a credit card machine, and so I didn’t bother.

The second time I experienced this not-brightness, a different person was taking our order and while we were ordering three meals (including a PB&J sans J (which still ultimately came out with J), three drinks, and a pound of beans ground to a particular size), the not-brightness is unrelated to all that. I have one of those frequent flier cards for coffee beans, which states that you get a free half-pound for every half-pound purchased. Since we were ordering a whole pound, we should have gotten two punches, but we only got one. Chris said to the person, “Oh, you forgot a punch!” and the person read the card, and while a little confused, did seem to confirm what we understood, which is that each punch is for a half-pound, and also seemed to understand that we did buy a full pound, but was still like, “Ugh, I’ll just punch it,” in this trying-to-get-rid-of-these-annoying-customers kind of way. Ultimately it felt as though this person thought THEY were doing US some kind of big favor, when no. That’s not it.

Then yesterday LG and I went there for lunch. She ordered a PB&J (with J this time–she likes J this week, apparently!) and with any kind of sandwich, including the PB&J, comes a bag of chips and a pickle. After the person rang us up and charged my card, they asked if I still wanted the chips and pickle with the PB&J. “Uhh, yeah…” I mean, I get that a pickle is a weird combo with a PB&J, but the chips are the real fancy kind and if the price of a sandwich includes chips, then, UHH YEAH I WANT THE CHIPS. The fuck kind of question is that.

See? Not bright.