Last time I visited the Starbucks by PCC, a pencil-sized hole in the lip of the lid caused the brown liquid to leave a beautiful skid mark on the front of my shirt. This time they saw me coming and made my usual drink only to find out I wanted a Chocolate Banana Vivano (smoothie) instead ... and gave me both.
Karma.
Yesterday at Tully's, they overcharged me just over a dime on a grande lemonade and thus had to dig up a quarter in addition to forking over more than the two bills I had handy. I was confused, tried to argue to no avail, and gave in with the utterance of "30 cents tax?! That sucks." Later it angered me to find out she had charged me for a vente (20oz). It shouldn't have made me so mad, but it did, especially choking it down while realizing the only recourse would be to be a complete dick about a mere ten cents fifteen minutes later and with no receipt.
Karma?
Well, I suppose it evens out when Victor's usually gives me "regular customer" pricing, so long as people I know are there. I always tip them well so it generally evens out there already. What did I do to Tully's besides complain about the taste of their beans?
Doh!
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