Starbucks Monologue

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“Everyday millions of people get together at Starbucks. But it’s never just been about coffee,” my computer reads as I furiously click at the bottom right hand of the screen where the “Skip Ad” button will appear in nine seconds. “Everyday millions of people are annoyed at YouTube for adding advertisements before every video, because what I really want is another commercial break when I am trying to watch Jimmy Fallon’s monologue from last night,” I bitterly mutter to myself hopefully quiet enough for my coworkers not to hear me and think I am clinically insane. I don’t need to be known as the person that talks to herself while sitting at her cubicle. As the video continues I see the names of cities flashing by on the screen. I watch as New York …show more content…

Third chair? Third place? I don’t quite follow what you mean,” I say with a tone of confusion in my voice. “Well,” she begins, “Starbucks is made to be your third place. You have your work, your home, and your third place. You can’t just be stuck going back and forth between the same two places. You need somewhere else to go. The third place is sort of like a break from where you work and where you live. So the customer I like to tease, Aaron, is here everyday from 4:00-6:15 in this exact seat,” she says as she points to burgundy love seat in front of us, “and we call it his third chair. The next time you come in, look for a man with black hair and a navy blue jacket sitting right here. That will be him.” Suddenly we hear, “Hey Tracy get back to closing I want to go home!” shouted from the back of the store. We rise, turn away from the chairs, and walk towards the exit. She pushes the door open and allows me to pass by her. I walk through the doorway and turn around to say, “I think I will have to speak to Aaron about it, I’m curious about this third chair idea you all have.” I pivot and begin walking towards my car in the parking lot. Just as I reach my car I hear her yell, “Tell him Tracy sent you!”

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