So, a while back, I had a customer with a very very strange order.
This guy couldn't have been older than mid-twenties, and he looked like a completely normal guy. Ordered an iced Caramel Macchiato. Excellent. Quick and easy. I got you.
After he pays, we both step on down to the espresso machine (I work in a Tarbucks, and I was solo at the time) on our respective sides of the counter. I try to talk to him a bit, get that potential connection score boost, but he was playing on his phone, and polite, but uninterested. Totally fine.
As I'm topping the drink with a [somewhat sloppy] caramel star, he says to me:
"Oh, hey, can you blend that for me now?"
Thus *wrecking* my world.
"Oh, uhm. Did you want a Caramel Frappuchino, instead? Cause I can totally make that for you instead of this, no problem."
"No, thank you! I just want that blended, if you could."
"Sure? I guess?"
So now, completely dumbfounded, I... Blend this man's Caramel Macchiato. Just 1 pump of base, added a splash more ice to make it.... Marginally thicker? It was a very upsetting thing to make and also look at.
I put another caramel star on top, to make it look friendlier.
Hand it to him.
"Thanks! Can I get some sugar packets?"
I am, again, shocked. Confused. Wondering if I should run.
"Um, sure. How many?"
"10 please!"
Such confidence! Such absolute certainty! I am wavering in my understanding of the world. I count out his sugar, hoping, praying he needed it for *anything* else in the world.
He pops the cap off his blended Caramel Macchiato and proceeds to pour every one of those suckers on top, creating a mound of horror.
He re-caps it, without mixing it up *even a little*, and takes a sip.
Waves goodbye, and leaves.
Was it... Was it good? Is that what he likes? Is he a serial killer? Does he go to other Starbucks and order that??
I hope he never comes back, polite as he was. It felt like I was asked to Frankenstein some sort of monster coffee that's gonna commit crimes.
*edited for terrible, terrible formatting issues from mobile