Theology and Starbucks
When you go out for coffee, you don't always pay for the coffee. You also pay for the atmosphere. Well Starbucks, or as my Dad refers to it "Fourbucks" is no exception, you get what you pay for. This particular Starbucks is renowned for it's witty and culturally sensitive baristas as you will see by the following exchange. Barry the Barista offered me an extra shot in my cappuccino, to which I told him I didn't really want to be jumping out of my skin at the conference I was on my way to. He chided me for wasting a shot, and I kindly suggested he drink it himself if he was so concerned about the waste factor. With a manic look in his eye, he responded with "Does it really look like I need more?" I recanted, and he began to inquire about where I was going, "What conference are going to?" I figured the only way to help him deal with his caffeine with-drawls was to take his mind off them by answering his question. "It's put on by Master's College." In response, He debonairly handed me the sleeve to my cup, winked, and said with that California skater boy drawl "Sexy!" And with that my four dollar investment in "Fourbucks" barista tact and sensitivity program was yielded back to me in full. I walked out comforted and relieved that theology has reached a new cultural high, because baristas are secretly the truest measure of that very thing.

