Hell, I thought, let's go out with a bang. I want a cookie too. Whatever her favorite kind is. Chocolate chip? Count me in. Warmed up? She knows me so well.
Instead of placing my cookie on the counter, Manager On Duty hand-delivered it to my table along with a little surprise. She whispers that she brought me an oatmeal raisin cookie as well, just so I could taste it. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.
You're never the worst person in a Starbucks
At 11:54, my generous sugar momma called out a warning. “Attention lovely Starbucks customers, we'll be closing in six minutes. SIX MINUTES.” I was nearly out of the jungle.
Then at one minute 'til midnight, a final customer walked in and stepped up to the counter. Manager On Duty asked him what she could get started for him, and just then his phone rang and he picked it up.
“Just one second,” he says.
On my way out I almost thanked him for making me feel like I wasn't the biggest asshole in the room.
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