travel Anything good I may have said about the Tampa airport…

…in my last entry twenty minutes ago does not apply to the THREE MORONS* I just dealt with at the Starbucks here…

…who did not understand what I wanted when I ordered a grande coffee light Frappuccino and asked for clarification repeatedly in rapid Spanish.

…who asked for my name, which is a cute (in an invasive way) conceit at a neighborhood store but REALLY FUCKING STUPID at an airport. I have no interest in telling people at Starbucks my name. How do I refuse to provide it?

…who then wrote my name on the cup as “Elen” or some other bastardization.

…who rang up said Frappuccino and a blueberry muffin and arrived at a total of $3.63, and did not speak enough English to understand when I then said “did you charge me for the muffin?”

…who would not accept the Starbucks gift card I got in Hawaii, the having of which is the only reason I went to Starbucks just now in the first place, and which works fine in Washington and Virginia.

…and who were really, really confused when I then said “nothing then, forget it, jesus christ” and walked away, leaving the muffin on the counter and the drink half-made.

*Yes, I’m sure they’re doctors back home in Mexico. Whatever.