I find myself crying in my drip this morning. I've finally come to terms with the fact that my coffee shop doesn't love me anymore.
Lumps in my oatmeal. Heck, this morning it was like glue!
No mention of my name, even though it's there to plainly see. Sale price signs not being honored. I have to face it. It's over. Done. Finished.
When my favorite barista left a few months, I knew something was up. Then my next favorite barista. Then the one after that.
One by one, they started to leave, things went south and what was once a mediocre coffee experience turned into a shattered relationship.
I've overlooked plenty of their shortcomings the past two years. But I still showed them love.
I mean, it was rough for me when I moved into this part of town and had to switch coffee establishments. But I stuck it out. Even though the service wasn't that great, the pastries looked all tired and sad, people didn't know their products and the customer service left a lot to be desired.
However, in the past, I felt like they at least appreciated me. Now, for the last three weeks, probably more, there's just been no love shown at all. Oh, sure there's the obligatory monotone greeting, but no feeling behind it.
What hurts the most is that this is right inside my own building. Winter is coming. The weather is getting cold. Do they expect me to go outside and up the hill two blocks just to get a little attention?
I hate to complain, but what can I say? I' m hurt.