It turns out, the perky little fresh faced Starbucks girl doesn’t remember when Starbucks used to have Irish Creme syrup.
Now, I recognize in the eyes of the perky little fresh faced Starbucks girl, I must appear older than dirt, especially in my oversize “That’s What She Said” t-shirt with a big picture of Michael from the Office on it, and my ratty shorts and pink flip flops, with my “just woke up” hair sticking out all over the place.
Does it warrant a rolling of eyes and a “That must have been a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago!”
Does it really?
“Well, only four or five years ago, I think,” says I, a little disgruntled. To which she nods her head wisely, as if to indicate that is indeed a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago, and since I must be older than dirt, it must seem just like it was yesterday.
Kids these days, I tell ya.
The back story to this, is that (a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago) Starbucks used to have Irish Creme syrup. Back before Fresh Face Little Barista was born, apparently, I used to work at Starbucks and an Irish Creme Mocha was my drink of choice.
Well about five years ago, Starbucks decided to discontinue their Irish Creme syrup. This, my friends, is the one and only time Starbucks has ever let me down in my LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG and productive history with them, as you may recall from my previous post on the subject.
I wrote comment cards and got free drinks, but no Irish Creme syrup back in the stores. My local Starbucks manager hoarded all his remaining bottles and would only serve it to me. Which was cool, but I was all the more bitter once it ran out.
Now, it might just be me, but isn’t Irish Creme like, a STAPLE of coffee houses everywhere? Don’t they even sell Irish Creme creamer for your regular coffee? Seriously. Five years later this still gets to me. All brought to the fore this morning when Fresh Faced Little Barista commented that there was nothing better than caramel (my current favorite) and chocolate together. In response, I couldn’t help but relate my story of the long-lost-but-still-remembered Irish Creme syrup.
I felt like a doddering old grandma sitting in her wheelchair telling her bored grandkids about her first date with grandpa to the sock hop.
Jeepers, I’m getting old.