Saturday, March 27, 2010

No more free coffee!

I am a creature of habit. Every morning I buy my coffee from the same gas station (bite me Starbucks). I’ve scouted every establishment on my route and I have settled on the one that has the best quality coffee, hottest temperature and the flavor of creamer I like. Oddly enough, they are also one of the cheapest…go figure.

So, all of that being said, I’ve been happy with this particular gas station for sometime now until this week. The regular overnight guy is no longer there (don’t know yet if he left or is on vacation) and there’s a new gal in his place.

On Monday morning, I go in and get my coffee refill and the new lady is kinda busy doing something and tells me I can have it for free. This does happen on occasion when the clerk is busy and doesn’t want to stop what they are doing for a coffee refill. I say thank you and get on the road.

Tuesday morning, I approach the register with my dollar in my hand and she tells me I can have my refill for free, again. I leave confused ‘cause she wasn’t busy and I had my dollar. Okay, I decided that on Wednesday morning, I would pay for my coffee and give a dollar to a charity thing they got going on there.

Wednesday morning, I have my coffee and my two dollars in my hand and quicker than anything, she tells gives it to me for free. I said no, it’s okay but she insisted.

I worked from home on Thursday so I made my own coffee but I brought it up to my husband. As my partner and my life-mate he wanted to be supportive but as an accountant he was confused as to why I was complaining. I told him that it was making me feel creepy. He suggested that on Friday I buy something along with my coffee. I thought this was a brilliant idea.

Friday morning, I purchase a Nutrigrain bar and my coffee refill. Hah! I’ve got her now…she is going to be forced to charge me! She rings up the Nutrigrain bar but not the coffee refill. AHHH! Son of a biscuit! You may have won this battle free coffee lady but you will not win the war!

I’ve come up with three equally plausible scenarios:
1. She was badly trained and she doesn’t actually know where the coffee refill button is located on the register.
2. She actually hates the company she works for and is trying to slowly bankrupt them one coffee refill at a time.
3. She thinks I’m cute.

Frankly, that last one bothers me ‘cause while I don’t put butter on that side of my pancake, I would be flattered if she was cute…but she AIN’T cute.

A co-worker suggested that I actually forget my cup on Monday and pay full price for coffee and see if that forces her hand.

I’ll keep y’all posted on the results.