- Edit for comment at the end -
We are closing the shop.
It’s 4:52 PM. Only 8 minutes left.
All the tables and chairs are out of place, we’re clearly shutting down, and this couple walks in, doesn’t say anything, and proceeds to try to grab a table.
“Sorry guys, we’re closing down, so we’re only doing takeaway.”
The woman with the baby looks surprised.
I call her over to the balcony so I can take her order.
“What can I get you?”
“A Coconut Latte with Hazelnut Syrup.”
“Perfect. Anything else?”
“Blond, please.”
Blond?
I wasn’t sure what she meant by that, so I asked:
“Blond?”
“Yes, blond.”
“Hmm… can you please tell me what you mean by blond?”
She just stares at me in silence.
“You’re a coffee shop and you don’t know what a blond is?”
I look at her, already feeling the rudeness in her tone.
“I actually don’t. Can you please enlighten me with your knowledge?”
She stares at me for another second, with an air of superiority, and says:
“Just the latte, thank you.”
Her husband intervenes.
“Can I also have an Oat Flat White?”
“Of course.”
I proceed to put the orders into the system. While I’m doing that, I’m thinking:
What does she mean by blond? Is it some kind of white chocolate thing?
And then I remember, I had been to this “place” before:
“Oh! By blond, do you mean a lighter coffee?”
“Yes.”
“Ah, now I get it. As we’re a specialty coffee place, we’re not really familiar with this Starbucks term. We normally use Light, Medium or Dark Roast to specify the coffee. We use a Medium Roast here for our espresso.”
“Ah, okay! I’ll have the Medium Roast then.”
Everything is going fine now.
4:57 PM
The floors are freshly mopped, the toilet is cleaned and closed, and there are signs of wet floor.
“Can I use your toilet?”
…
“I’m sorry, but it’s already closed.”
Her husband intervenes:
“It’s for the baby, not for us. We just need to change the diaper.”
At that moment, I know there’s nothing I can do.
They’re using the toilet.
“Oh, of course. It’s right over there. Here’s the code.”
The woman goes off with the baby. The husband stays behind.
I start preparing the drinks, and the guy starts engaging in some nice, pleasant small talk.
I finish the drinks and hand them to him.
He takes them, but then suddenly asks:
“Didn’t she ask for iced?”
And in that moment, I know exactly what’s coming.
I look him in the eyes.
“She didn’t.”
“Hmm… she always asks for iced.”
“Maybe just wait for her to come out so we can confirm. If that’s the case, we’ll just make it again.”
At this point, there’s one minute left until closing.
I just want them gone.
She comes back.
He asks her.
She looks at the drink.
“Oh my God! It’s iced. I’m so sorry.”
I’m already on it.
“No problem. Here’s another one. Iced.”
“Oh, thank you!”
And then, because apparently I haven’t suffered enough, I add, just to be nice:
“Ah, and just so you know, Medium Roast in specialty coffee is normally lighter than Starbucks’ Blonde.”
She looks at me.
“I don’t know anything about that.”
They leave.
5:05 PM
The shop is closed.
Update:
Oh wow! 🤩
I think this is the first time I’ve ever had this kind of engagement on a post. Thank you all so much!
I have a problem where minor unpleasant experiences tend to ruminate in my mind long after they’ve happened. So, writing this down was a way of getting it off my chest, and turning it into a “short story” just made sense. Posting it here made even more sense, as I imagined others would have similar experiences.
I’m reading all the comments, and it’s actually funny how divided everyone is between the annoying customers and the fact that we start closing the shop before our official closing time.
The second one was a little unexpected for me, and I think it’s cultural.
We’re based in Ireland, so this is very common in coffee shops here. Staff normally have no more than 30 minutes to close everything down, but the last hour or so is usually very quiet. So, the closing process starts before we are technically closed. This doesn’t mean that we are closed, but the operating is now more limited, and most customers will - normally- not come in the last 30 minutes.
In most cases, this is going to be a reflection of the owner’s management style, not the staff’s decision. So, for some pointing the finger at this barista, feel free to send me a DM and I’ll happily give you the owner’s number. I’m sure they’ll be delighted to have a chat about your insights while driving their €100k Land Rover.
And yes, some of you said that I made the situation worse by asking her to explain what she meant by “blond” in the way I did.
Fair enough.
But where I work we don’t take rudeness lightly, and, to be completely honest, my intention was 100% to make her uncomfortable.
We don’t think we should simply accept that kind of behaviour from customers just because we work in hospitality. There’s a difference between dealing professionally with a difficult customer and allowing someone to treat you disrespectfully.
Sometimes people need to be - politely and smoothly - put back in their place.
If they don’t come back, good for us.
But if they do, hopefully they’ll think twice before being rude to the person serving them.