First and foremost, Starbucks is a stomping ground for losers involved in multi-level marketing....Amway, Quixtar, etc. These people are the bottom of the cesspool and it's too bad they have to bother people wanting to enjoy a cup at Starbucks or peruse books at B&N.
About 1 year ago, I had an Americanized Hispanic guy start chatting me up at a Starbucks about 2 miles from my place. About the fifth question is what do you do and where? I tell him I don't disclose that and since his "sequence" and "approach" is so familiar and proceeded to go off on him. He hadn't EVEN ordered a drink! Most of these people are such zeroes...they're stringing together all kinds of weird jobs and they think they will make a killing doing this. Only those who invented it and are at the top of the pyramid will make any money. And they bother other people in the process.
About 2 weeks ago, I went into a Starbucks in a decent area after going to a job site. I put down my attache in a seat, laid out some paperwork and my key ring. I went around the corner to get sugar and came back to find my keyring gone. My wallet was in my pocket and my paperwork was untouched. There are no markings of any kind on my key ring. This wouldn't have netted someone anything and if they "DMV'd" me, they'd get a PO Box for which I had the key changed. I essentially stayed there an hour going through every corner and even looking at 3 waste bins. Nothing. AAA came out and opened my car just in case they fell down under a seat. Nothing. They had to make a new key. What an inconvenience.
Last night, I went into the Starbucks from the first story. About 12 women gathered at a table. The first few looked "normal." Then came in a couple with pert swept back short hair, golf shirts, khaki shorts and, for God's sake, their cell phones on their belt loop. None of them had wedding bands. OK, I see what this is all about. One of them was actually attractive and did not "fit" with the rest. Talk about stereotyping...some of the more "feminine" ones smiled at me as they got up to get something or even politely asked if they could take a chair. The surly ones made it a point to avoid looking at me as if I was invisible. God, I swear, unattractive carpet munchers are a bad breed, aren't they?
Starbucks stories?