I pulled up at the speaker and expected the same apathetic greeting I normally get at any fast food drive-thru. I was so shocked by what came out of the speaker that I couldn't even order. The guy had this awesome radio personality voice and a big long greeting that was such a surprise that I started laughing and couldn't order. Once I had composed myself, I ordered a Venti iced latte with an extra shot. (Because caffeine is my drug of choice.)
When I pulled up to the window, the guy - let's call him Billy because I totally forget his name - handed me my drink and encouraged me to have a terrific day with his high-energy radio voice. I could never have that much enthusiasm that early in the morning.
I drove off with my latte and a big smile since that was just the funniest experience I'd ever had at a drive-thru. Or at least, that's what I thought. I didn't know it was about to get funnier. I happened to glance in my rear view mirror as I was cruising away from the parking lot. There in my mirror, jumping up and down and waving his arms like a lunatic, was Billy. I stopped the car because I had no idea what was going on and before I could even back up, Billy proceeded to run full-tilt toward me. As I was watching all of this in my mirror, it became a slow-motion scene from a movie. I'm pretty sure I heard the Chariots of Fire song as he ran all the way across the parking lot (dramatically ripping off his headset along the way).
He got to my window, all out of breath, and said, "That's not your drink!" I told him I hadn't touched it yet. He was so concerned that I was about to drink the wrong drink that I was pretty sure it was a cup of acid. He told me to drive back through so he could give me the right drink. As I was turning my car around, Billy sprinted back across the parking lot with his headset in one hand and the wrong drink in the other. He was about to turn into the back door of Starbucks when he completely wiped out. I mean really. The poor thing hit the deck. But, he sprang right back up and ran inside.
When I got back to the window, I told him I was sorry he had to run after me. (I politely didn't mention that I saw the poor guy wipeout in the parking lot.) He kept apologizing for almost giving me the
There are days, when I have to bust out an extra shot latte just to walk in the door at work. I feel like there should be awards for people like Billy who are so dedicated that they throw themselves all over parking lots just to keep coffee addicts like myself happy. That's some dedication.
|Mmmm... that's the good stuff right there.|
Ever have an awesome person wait on you?
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