#starbucksstories

[camerabackle]

[connorchadwickfilms]

I've become friends with a guy called Kevin at Starbucks, he works there and always get any name right. Kevin's a good man. #starbucks #starbucksstories #starbuckslover #statbuckscoffee #iphonephotography #starbucksspeltmynameright #connor

[elliedrawstuffs]

Dear little girl getting a drink at Starbucks

‪To the little girl that yelled at me about how slow I was about giving you your change at Starbucks, saying that you’re in a hurry and there is a line of people behind you. Kids across the room yell about how someone is almost here. You yell at me to keep the change as you move to the other counter. I say, “okay?” As I help the other customer. In the corner of my I I can see you look around frantically as you fidget. You ask again if we can speed this up. I look over at my coworker as I hear you say this and she’s going as fast as she can. The kids behind you yell that someone is here. When my coworker finishes your drink you grab it without saying thank-you and run off. Next time little girl, don’t get a drink and then complain about how we’re not going fast enough for you. Next time if you’re in a hurry and you see a line at Starbucks DONT GET A DRINK. Save everyone some time. It’s not our fault that you’re in a hurry.

[x--newsflash--x]

A Starbucksstory

David war grad mit Freunden bei Starbucks. Lili meinte er könne mitkommen. Sie sieht bezaubernd aus. Eine Mischung aus Chinesin und Österreicherin. Schönes schwarzes kurzes Haar, welches perfekt zu ihrer Gesichstform passt. Und ihre Augen sind bezaubernd. Rehbraun, aber schon ins schwarze gehend. Ein süßes Spitznäschen passend zu den vollen Bäckchen die sie beim Lachen bekommt sitzt mittig in ihrem gesicht. Um ihr Lächeln zu beschreiben wurden noch keine Wort erfunden die dessen Schönheit gerecht würden. Die anderen beiden sind eher nebensächlich, vor allem da David nur wegen Lili da war. Zu den Beiden ist jedenfalls zu sagen, dass der eine, Stefan, Lilis bester Freund ist und der andere, Felix glaub ich, war eher ein flüchtiger Bekannter aus einem anderen Teil des Landes, nur zu besuch in der Stadt. Lili meinte zu David, er fungiere als eine Art beschützer für sie vor Felix. Das freute ihn durchaus, da er sowieso was von Lili wollte und sie recht süß findet. Er ist sich jedoch nicht ganz sicher, ob sie was von ihm will und das obwohl er Mimik und Gestik recht gut deuten kann, immerhin sendet sie unterschiedliche Signale, die entgegengesetzte Bedeutungen haben. Im Cafe selbst war es auf jeden Fall recht lustig. Auch wenn Lili’s überraschte Begrüßung nicht grade recht überzeugend war. Sie redeten etwas. Unter anderem auch darüber, warum David denn hier sei. Gekonnt erfand er eine fixe Geschichte, dass ihn eine Freundin in der nähe versetzt habe usw. und dann mussten Lili und Stefan auch schon los zum Tanzen. Lili fragte David, ob er denn noch auf den Weg mitkomme und die Antwort, wie könnte es anders sein war natürlich ja. Auf dem Weg zur Tanzschule setzte sich Stefan ab, immerhin musste er noch wohin. Die Verabschiedung war doch etwas distanziert. Den restlichen Weg hatten Stefan, Lili und David noch etwas rumgeblödelt um sich dann vor der Tanzschule zu verabschieden. Lili und David umarmten sich zum Abschied, wobei Lili Fabian so fest umarmte, dass er etwas nach hinten taumelte. Aber er mochte das Gefühl. Lili behauptete einst zwar, dass sie nix von Fabian wolle, darin ist er sich jedoch nicht ganz sicher. Aber solang er nicht lernt, wie ma gedanken liest, wird er in nächster Zeit ever nicht erfahren, was sie von ihm will oder auch nicht will…

[wojenski]

#Christmas #christmasinhollis #rundmc #starbucksstories #westport #collardgreens

[aleckv]

My new name according to Starbucks. Guess the name #starbucksstories #starbucksnames (at Washington Dulles International Airport)

[nikholmarie]

Sandra bullock goes to #starbucks #starbucksstories

[kchanealealeo-blog]

#STARBUCKSSTORIES

This is one of those pictures where people don’t actually place a caption about the photo. But I’ll at least share this:

It’s close to 10PM and I’ve decided to stay in the office until I finish some requirements for the episode we’ll be airing this Friday. I went to our local Starbucks cafe and overheard some employees in the corner reciting, what sounded to be, an oral report.

When I asked my barista Dyan what they were doing, she said coffee tasting. They were actually describing to each other differences between each cup of coffee, and the different dishes that complimented them.

I’m so amazed. And jealous.

Here I am, in the office at 10:06PM about to write some words down for my show, and some guy is in the corner drinking delicious coffee paired with tasty treats as part of his job description.

But it’s nice to know that the next time a Starbucks barista recommends me something, I know that they know their stuff.

Honestly, the moment I’m fired or for some unfortunate reason I would have to quit—I won’t think twice—I will be a barista.

[ourstarbucks1971]

Starbucks Stories: Gini and Dan

As a new entry in our #StarbucksStories series, we want to tell you about the special connection between a barista and one of his frequent customers. Gini Dietrich’s husband always goes to their nearby Starbucks to buy them both coffee. One day, Gini asked her husband to get a larger size than usual, as she was in for a long day. Much to her surprise, her husband returned with a cup with a personal note from the barista that said, “Hope your day gets better! J” Several weeks later, Gini received another cup that asked, “Are you real?” and asked her to check yes, no, or maybe, as the barista (Dan) had never seen her. She checked “maybe,” and their four-month correspondence through cups began. They got to know each other by covering topics such as her favorite royal and the best movie of all time. Gini posted pictures of the coffee cups on Facebook and had her friends vote on how she should answer each question. After she returned from several long trips abroad, Gini’s newfound barista friend told her that he would be leaving Starbucks soon, asking her if she wanted to get brunch. She went into Starbucks on Dan’s last day, surprising the barista who cared about her and her husband and had made an effort to get to know her as a person, and not just as a customer. Let us now if you want to recognize your barista or share one of your own stories!

[manlayingegg]

There's this really cute guy working at starbucks, and he was cleaning around the place, then he came to fix the chairs at my table and he smiled at me, and I like. akdjfahgljhflgkadjfkljglfl. 

[ourstarbucks1971]

Starbucks Stories: Reunited and It Feels so Good

I hugged my roommate goodbye with a cheesy “See you next year!” as we went our separate ways for winter break. Finals had just wrapped up, snow covered our campus, and my carry-on bag was stocked with books and movies for the plane ride. I was both excited and anxious to return to my hometown and tell family and friends about my first semester at college.

Three hours and six packs of airplane pretzels later, our flight landed. I turned on my cell phone immediately after the attendants gave the go-ahead, and I smiled at the background picture with my college friends striking ridiculous poses at a football game. At the same time, my phone lit up with a text message from my best high school friend, Katie. I could not help wondering about how our first interactions would go over the break, especially since this was the longest we had been separated since kindergarten. How would Katie react to stories about my college life? I opened her text: “Hey Jet Setter! Let’s meet up tomorrow at the usual spot? Can’t wait to see you!!”

I entered the cozy Starbucks three blocks from my house and was greeted by the smiles of Katie and the baristas. Katie came running from our usual table and nearly tackled me to the ground with her hug; I think the baristas smiled at our reunion instead of my clumsiness. It was so great to see her and order my usual Soy Latte while Katie still ate her cake-pop with her holiday drink of the day. We sat in the booth for five hours talking about our roommates, switching majors, the complexities of Greek life, and all the new people we had met in our four months apart. Of course we had kept in touch via Skype and text the entire semester, but it was great to share our stories in person with our animated expressions and inside jokes.

Any anxiousness that I had about seeing Katie immediately vanished after our bear hug, and I was glad that our first reunion was at Starbucks. After countless trips together before high school exams or after a long-winded shopping trip, we always had the best conversations and laughs over a cup of coffee. Regardless of the new people and places we see in the next few years of our lives, it’s nice knowing that I can enter any Starbucks and be immediately reminded of my best friend Katie.

- Sara, University of Texas

[ourstarbucks1971]

Starbucks Stories: Love and Coffee

Joe, my boyfriend of five years, picked me up from work last Wednesday. He asked me if it was alright if we could grab a cup of coffee from Starbucks before heading home. I said of course, I would never turn down a cup of Starbucks coffee! It was a cold winter day outside, and the thought of holding a warm, red Starbucks cup in my hand after a stressful day of work sounded just perfect.

Joe and I actually had a special history at our local Starbucks. Five years ago, the shy college Joe grabbed my peppermint mocha instead of his hot chocolate by accident. We laughed over the incident, and Joe apologized and bought a replacement peppermint mocha for me. He says that as he watched me head to the door to leave, he something told him that he couldn’t let this girl go. He grabbed me on my way out and asked, slightly embarrassed, if he could treat me again at Starbucks, but next time as friends, not strangers. So we exchanged numbers and had our very first Starbucks date the following week.

Fast forward to now, and we are both sitting down at a table with our piping hot peppermint mochas, a drink I hooked him on that very first day we met. He is making me laugh at some silly story that happened at work. When our laughter dies down, Joe remarks that he is so lucky that the desire for a warm drink on a cold winter day so many years ago brought us together. Before I know it, he is down on one knee and holding out a ring. As I give a tearful “Yes,” and joy fills my heart, I think to myself, who knew a coffee date could lead to marriage, and I smile.

-Jan: Greenville, Minnesota

[ourstarbucks1971]

Starbucks Stories: Comfort on a Bad Day

I called my mom up tearfully and asked her to pick me up from soccer practice. She didn’t ask why I wanted to be picked up early. She didn’t ask why I was crying. She just said, “Of course, I’ll leave right away.”

I will tell you why I wanted to be picked up early. And I will tell you why I was crying. It started in science class, when I got a test back. “63,” it said in big, red ink. My next class, studio art, was my favorite, however, and a place where I could relax and lose myself in my work. I had been working on a large painting for two weeks, and I was almost finished with it. As I took it off the drying rack, another classmate was walking by with a water cup. He wasn’t looking where he was going and ran smack into me, spilling the entire cup on my painting and ruining it. Then, at soccer practice, I messed up one of our plays. When I was grabbing my water on the sidelines, I overheard two of my teammates whispering about how terrible I was, and that I should have never made the team. That was it. I left, and I broke down.

My mom pulled up and gave me a hug. As she started up the car, she said she was going to take me somewhere to make me feel better. We pulled into our town’s Starbucks and she told me I could have whatever I wanted. We sat down in the plush chairs with our warm drinks, and I told my mom about my terrible day. Somehow, with her there listening to my every word, with the soft music of Starbucks, and with the warmth in my belly from my coffee, my bad day did not seem so bad anymore. The smell of coffee will always remind me of that moment with my mother, and the comfort that she provides.

-Kathryn, Massapequa, New York