Posted on 05/24/2018 9:26:21 PM PDT by rickmichaels
“I’ve avoided Starbucks for well over ten teas now.”
How long is that in “moons”. Is that many moons?
;-)
>>...dislike starbucks cuz they be overpriced and over caffeinated anyway..another business making lots of moolah on peoples mild addictions...<<
Agree. Give me AM/PM or 7-11 coffee any day — fresh pot every few minutes, doctor it the way you want, cheap.
If I could have bet money that this would happen I’d be rich.
I think even Starbucks clearly knew this would happen but probably just racked it up to the cost of PR. Now they have clear justification to end the stupid policy.
Employees are going to need hazmat suits to clean the restrooms and lobby.
Fiscal suicide.
Starbucks was in a no-win situation. LOL
Their customers, the social justice seekers, were angry at Starbucks because they weren’t ‘pure’ enough in the struggle. Now their customers will be face to face with the unclean masses themselves.
LOL!!
We bought their coffee and everyone loves it. But do note that on your k-Cup carousel it will say the F word in full, something I didn’t originally realize. Seems to be working out ok though, kids don’t read coffee pods and grandma doesn’t go into the kitchen much any more.
I was privileged to fly the Navy P-2 Neptune and P-3 Orion patrol bomber for 17 of my 21 years in the Navy and Navy Reserve. I was the TACCO – Tactical Coordinator – for my crew. P-3 missions in Vietnam averaged a long eleven hours, plus a 3-hour preflight and a 2-hour postflight, making for a 16-hour day. We remained (mostly) sane and capable because of the Navy’s rest rules; so many hours of rest mandated by the rules. But long flights were mitigated to some extent by P-3 coffee and the P-3 head (toilet).
There were no facilities aboard the P-2, just a funnel-topped relief tube connected to the outside of the aircraft. This created a vacuum to suck-out the urine of a seated crewmember. We always told newbies that the funnel was the intercom and to use it you had to hold the funnel tight against your mouth and speak loudly into it, then press firmly against your ear to hear the reply. Some Navy humor. The P-2 had no galley and besides, to go from fore to aft, you had to use both hands to slide over the wing beam that ran through the cabin.
P-3 coffee was legendary. Each aircraft had its own chow-locker with its own electric coffee pot. The inside of these pots was deep green with corrosion and the coffee uniformly awful. Dry creamer and sugar were used to lighten the taste, usually unsuccessfully. Sixteen hour planeside days required a head (toilet), too. The Head was a very small closet into which was set a bucket-type toilet and a stand-up urinal (pisser). Also, lose gear and helmet bags took up the remaining space. When the pisser was close to full it would start to leak urine all over the deck (floor) and the unlucky junior guy on the crew got to empty it after a mission and mop-up the stinky mess. All P-3 heads smelled like very old urine. The bucket-head had been designed to be like that of an RV, but the Navy didn’t have the manpower or money to service it so all we had was a bucket under the toilet seat. Navy tradition said that the first guy to use it on a mission had to empty and clean it (“This ain’t the Air Force, sailor!”), then, buy the crew a case of beer. For obvious reasons all aboard tried to never use the “crapper” first. Savy crewmembers would carry one or more large plastic bags to use in the crapper in case of an emergency. I always carried several in my TACCO Bag.
Meals were another treat. For my over 20 years in the Navy, they remained as constant as Polaris. One white cardboard box containing: one spam and cheese sandwich on Wonder bread; one chicken wing, two chicklets, one orange, one granola bar, and sometimes one hard-boiled egg. We washed it all down with a juice box. Fat we weren’t. If the flight encompassed breakfast, instead we’d get a paper plate with two fried eggs submerged in melted lubricant, two pieces of bread, and perhaps a piece of ham. Mmmm. Many of my nav charts were turned-in adorned with huge grease stains. We all learned how to eat with one hand, no silverware.
One day we landed in Thailand for a RON. The next day up came a shiny-blue USAF pickup truck with our “flight rations:” twelve whole chickens, 40 pounds of potatos, carrots, 12 quarts of milk, cartons of raw eggs, and about 10 pounds of candy bars. All a P-3 had with which to cook was a small oven that was one-inch too narrow to take TV dinners and one 12-inch hot plate. The Air Force never understood how things were in the Navy. No lunch for us that day.
On the plus side, the Navy does ban derelicts and druggies from its airplanes.
How many ex-Starbucks customers own hazmat suits?
Don’t know. But it would be hilarious
if one of their employees showed up to
work wearing one. If I lived near a
Starbucks, I’d try this. Could be fun.
With their new policy, they wouldn’t
be able to ask me to leave....
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