Osler's Razor

I was pretty excited when a new Starbucks opened near my house. On those days when there wasn't time to visit Common Grounds, home of great coffee and the Dancing Barista, it would be convenient to have a nearby Starbucks. However, the place blows chunks.

I've been there four times, and not once have they gotten my order right, and each time they have been pretty grumpy about it. This morning was the worst. I got up, set up the Sorting Hat to work on some exam grading, and popped over to the local Starbucks for some coffee. As usual, I went up to the counter and asked for a grande mild. The sullen barista began pouring the coffee from the carafe that was marked as the bold coffee. I asked if that was the mild, and she said (grumpy voice) that it was. At that point, I pointed out that the sign said the other coffee was the mild, and she told me the sign was wrong. Sigh. Notably, they didn't change the sign.

Then when I got home, the sorting hat was ignoring the tests and instead wearing my headphones and jamming out to some classic Bachman-Turner Overdrive.

So now I'm going to stick to Common Grounds, where at least if the barista is in a bad mood, my money isn't going to some freakin' conglomerate.