A Tale of Two Starbucks: a Narrative on Customer Experience
29 Mar
When I’m home in New York City, I rarely go to Starbucks. This is partly to support local business and partly
because of the weird looks I get when I refuse to use their silly vernacular. It’s a large Iced Latte with Skim Milk dammit not a Venti whatever the hell. But when I’m on the road, I do frequent Starbucks because at least I know what I’m gonna get, and with all the travel I do, this is definitely valuable.
Recently I was in Austin, Texas and I had two interesting and paradoxical experiences that I thought I might share.
Experience #1
Monday March 22nd, 2PM
I’m in Austin. And with all the running around the city for SXSW events and such, somehow, someway, I lost my wallet (Disclosure: its actually a desk clip I use to hold on to my cards. Yep, I know it’s sad). So anyways, I realize that I lost it. I start trying to remember where I was the day before. Boom, I was at the Starbucks (this Starbucks to be exact). I immediately go online to find their phone number in order to ask if someone has turned it in. This is how that call went. I explained that I was a patron, and believed that there was a possibility that I had left my wallet there the day before. The woman who answered the phone was rushed, rude, uninterested and blatantly patronizing. She asked for my number, and said she would call me after looking for it, whether they had it or not. But it was one of those moments where you just know that the person on the other end is rolling their eyes and not writing down shit. And to no one’s surprise, she never called.
Maybe the lady was stressed and she just couldn’t take the time to think of how she would feel in my position. Cool, whatever. I decide to ask my friend to drive me down there. Hell, even if they don’t have it, at least I can get an Iced Latte and a Perfect Oatmeal.
We arrive. I wait in line. I get to the cashier. Nice dude. I explain the same thing I had explained to the lady on the phone. Before I can get half way through, I hear a shrilling, disgruntled voice. It was the same lady. Border line yelling at me from like 20 feet away. Now I realize she was also the manager. She was a troll. She says and I quote “Were you the guy that called earlier? Yeah, well I didn’t call you did I? You know why? Because we don’t have it.” I just looked at the nice dude at the cash register and asked, “Is she always like that?”. He nodded quietly.
I hate Starbucks.
Experience #2
Tuesday March 23rd, 10AM
I’m late for my flight back to JFK. I am literally running to catch the bus. Because of a tip left in Foursquare, I know there is not a good coffee spot in the Austin International Airport. I see a Starbucks. And in spite of my interaction with the Starbucks Troll the day before, I decided to stop in quickly to get a coffee and an oatmeal before my bus trip. The barista, seeing that I had my luggage and was in a rush, quickly took down my order, asked her team to rush the order, suggested I take a carry bag for the coffee, wished me a good morning and happy travels with a huge smile. My morning was better because of it. The nameless barista is a poet. She probably makes everyone’s morning a little better. And that means something.
I love Starbucks.
Same brand. Two diametrically opposed experiences in a single 24 hour period.
Moral of the Tale
The only thing more important than your brand are the people you hire to represent it.
Have you ever had any experiences similar to this?
Photo Credit: shewatchedthesky


