So I got kicked out of a Starbucks tonight. Sort of. Let me set the scene:
This suburban Starbucks is not full, but my group of 6 moms is the oldest group there by 2 decades. We are planning the events for 8th grade graduation.
This suburban Starbucks is not full, but my group of 6 moms is the oldest group there by 2 decades. We are planning the events for 8th grade graduation.
I will not lie; we are the largest group that is actually conversing. Most tables have studying teens & college students.
We are in the back room where there is only one other occupied table of studying teens.
We are in the back room where there is only one other occupied table of studying teens.
The teens could move away from us, but they don’t.
A barista young enough to be one of our kids comes from the front & tells us that people in front are complaining about how loud we are.
We are shocked.
A barista young enough to be one of our kids comes from the front & tells us that people in front are complaining about how loud we are.
We are shocked.
We immediately start apologizing to the studying teens, who deny complaining & say we are fine. Still, we feel bad (& and we all should go home anyway) so we leave.
As we begin walking to the front, we immediately pass a bunch of teenage boys. +
As we begin walking to the front, we immediately pass a bunch of teenage boys. +
The boys are making a beeline for what had been our table a minute before.
As we get to the front room, we notice that the music is pretty loud & no one in there is over 20. +
As we get to the front room, we notice that the music is pretty loud & no one in there is over 20. +
Our mom-ness is bringing the vibe down so much that a barista literally runs ahead to open the door for us. She practically shoos us out.
We’ve decided our next meeting will be at the bar down the street.
We’ve decided our next meeting will be at the bar down the street.
