Yesterday I learned a hard lesson in the age card. Maybe it was the beauty + age card or the weight + age card or a combination of the three. I walked into Stumptown at the Ace Hotel to get my coffee (yeah I bought 9! its my free one!!) It was empty save for a very pretty girl who maybe weighed 105 soaking wet in her Siwny jeans (maybe not that brand THIS IS Portland) and her cute top blah blah. She was MAYBE 26. Anyway she had already ordered her coffee, had it in hand and was standing there just talking to the guy working there.
Since moving to Portland, I have had to learn to be more patient (which has been a trial in itself). So I waited, with squirming toddler and waited, and waited and waited. It was probably a full 5-8 minutes before the other Barista came over and took my order, barely listening. Since it was a free coffee I usually tip around $2, but I was sort of pissed and only tipped $1. The coffee that I then received was pretty undrinkable as this barista was also very enchanted by said young woman. I didn't want to say anything or have them make it over because I didn't want to deal with what I could only imagine would be attitude, especially when it was my free one.
As I was leaving, the girl was still there talking about the new Soderbergfilm playing at the Fox Tower blah blah blah and I was thinking about where the nearest trash can was to dump my gross drink.
Clearly the only time I should patronize Stumptown is when I am childless, but I wonder what the services would be like even then...
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