Confession: this story is from three years ago. Nonetheless it is mine, and I have found the humor has not ebbed with time. Your mileage may vary.
Enter my co-worker, Kirill: “I am angry at Starbucks!”
“Ah,” says I. “And what has the producer of fine caffeinated beverages done this time to incur your wrath?”
He inhales in preparation.
“They have hidden ALL of the white sugar packets behind the counter!”
First World Problems.
This is the latest of our combined lunchtime rants, though this particular tirade only he can claim as my morning coffee routine consists of a triple-grande nonfat peppermint latte, no controversial sugar packets required.
Prior to this revelation I had yet to investigate this confectionary phenomenon for myself. I must confess it creates a certain amount of bewilderment, as one would consider sugar a relative staple in the coffee preparation routine. However, Starbucks, in either an effort to cater to the more hipster/trendy population or in order to single-handedly tackle hypoglycemia and type-2 diabetes, has removed the offensive white packets and left nothing but Splenda, Sweet n’ Low, and “Sugar in the Raw” which, ironically, is merely sugar with a henna treatment. Eco-friendly-looking packets filled with molasses-coated sugar chunks. Marketing win.
My co-worker, however, will not be swayed.
“Why don’t you just use the ‘raw sugar’ stuff?”
“Because!” (He indignantly furrows his brow.) “White sugar dissolves INSTANTLY! The minute it touches your coffee, it’s gone!” (He then proceeds to make vacuum-swooshing-noises and flourishing hand gestures to better illustrate the superior dissolving power of white sugar.) “That raw sugar crap, it NEVER dissolves! It just sinks!” His voice, with its thick Russian accent, is getting rather high-pitched and frustrated at this point. I can tell he has very strong opinions about “Sugar in the Raw”.
He’s not done. “And then you get to the bottom of your coffee, and all you have are little bricks! Little sugar bricks!” He is, at this point, glaring furiously down into an imaginary coffee cup. “This does not make any sense! I should not have to ask for sugar! It takes two minutes out of my day to walk up to the counter and ask the barista who’s busy making all their special drinks (mimicking the “whoosh” sound of the milk steamer with relative non-success) and no! They don’t help me! I should not have to ask for sugar! It’s very simple!”
I cannot tell which he finds more bothersome; the frittering away of his time, or the injustice he feels having to justify (or that he feels he has to justify) five packets of sugar.
Mercifully, the restaurant we’re having lunch at provides an entire vessel on the table teeming with sugar packets.
No Splenda though. Which is what I wanted. Bugger. I’ve gotten to the point where I’ve begun carrying Stevia around with me. Yes, I’m one of those people.
Post-lunch. Cut to the kitchen, at work, Kirill is relating his coffee/sugar/Starbucks woes to Jerry, our resident tech guru. Or, to be fair, anyone who will listen, really. Some have fled to the relative comfort and safety of their offices.
“Isn't the raw sugar stuff better for you?” Jerry asks. Sigh. Poor Jerry. Actually, I think he’s playing devil’s advocate in this case in order to provoke Kirill. Which I, of course, appreciate.
Kirill, 27, works full time, is in Grad school, spends his weekends in nightclubs, and weighs about 90 pounds soaking wet. He cares not for such things as ‘health’ and ‘glycemic index’. Jerry, however, is in his early 50’s, an avid cyclist, has a family, and always has the most interesting assortment of unintentionally chromatically-organized fruit of his desk. I’m not kidding. One day everything on his desk will be orange. Or green. It’s fascinating. Or sorted in ascending order by size. I don’t think his coworkers truly appreciate the awesomeness that is the fruit and vegetable artistry that takes place on a daily basis behind Jerry’s keyboard.
Anyway, my point is, Jerry might be more apt to show concern towards the glucose content of his beverages.
Kirill begins to get that shriek-y, “no-one-understands-my-plight” tone in his voice again. “No! What’s better for me is not wasting my precious time...” (we once again get the animated hands to illustrate, this time to emphasize his bullet points) “1. Waiting in line to ASK for the sugar, 2. Actually having to explain why I want five sugars, and 3. wasting my time stirring that raw crap when the line was too long to get what I REALLY wanted!”
Perhaps you’re beginning to sense a pattern. I know I have.
Thanks to my peer’s tirade I began to take stock of the sweeteners offered not just by Starbucks but by any of the cafes I happened to frequent in my neighborhood, which happens to be in and around one of the trendier locales of downtown Seattle. Some even go so far as to offer agave syrup to their patrons. Agave? Really? As in cacti? To be honest I’d never considered cactus in my coffee but I suppose it’s no stranger than sweetening your tea with the salivary secretions of honeybees or cutting your Sumatra blend with the breast milk of a bovine when you think about it.
Thursday morning. Kirill storms into my office. Egads. This is never going to end.
“I have a NEW strategy!!” declares he.
“Is that so?” I inquire.
“Yes!” he exclaims, and takes a deep breath in preparation to unveil his grand plans for cafe mayhem. “I have decided…”
(Insert dramatic pause here _____)
…that for every packet of Sugar in the Raw I am forced to use…I will...”
“…yes??”
“Throw one away!!”
Self-satisfied facial expression complimentary.
I need to start closing my office door.