Would you like milk with that….


This is what a barista in Starbucks asked me today in response to me asking for a cappuccino?? Last week, I bought some smelly stuff for my mother in law that came in a gift wrapped presentation box and the young guy at the till asked me if I wanted it gift wrapped!

I am going to give them both the benefit of the doubt and assume that they ask those questions about 50 times a day and are now just on auto pilot. That’s not what this post is about. It’s about me very politely saying “No thank you very much” when what I really want to do is say “Seriously, could you be any more stupid”.

I am a cheerful person, and I am a patient person and I like to think I’m kind, but at this time of year I find ‘Tis the season to have your patience severely tested. I love Christmas and the whole family gathering aspect, the food, the partying with friends, the build up of excitement but there is a flip side to the joys of Christmas for me.

I tend to live my life predominantly on fast forward. Even if I’m not in a hurry, I’m rushing, I like it, it makes me feel busy and productive even when I am being neither so at Christmas I find it a little frustrating when people amble along the pavements looking in shop windows, stop for no apparent reason in the middle of the street. Drivers who go at 5 miles an hour on the main road because they are looking for a parking space,peoplewho  stand in the Starbucks queue for ages, but wait until they get to the front to decide whether they are going to have a cinnamon latte with cream and gingerbread or a mince pie flavoured cappuccino with glitter frosting (neither of those exist, but they should!).

In addition, the shops take on extra temporary staff at Christmas whose only required qualification appears to be that they are unemployed elsewhere in the run up to Christmas. They have no interest in the job, or the customer or sales, they are only interested in  how long before they can next take a minute to check their phones and how long until they can go on a break.

Obviously I am exaggerating a little, but every year I marvel at the fact that Christmas is a time for peace on earth, goodwill to all men and I could throttle Santa himself by Christmas Eve.

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