A barista is born at a Barnes & Noble Café
By Joanna Ordonez, UCI Undergraduate
On the second floor of a bookstore, an elderly woman slipped her Gold Starbucks card back into her wallet as she shook her head. “That’s so strange that you don’t accept these here. You’re a Starbucks.”
I forced a smile on my second day on the job. I said for the fifth time that afternoon, “We can’t accept them because we’re not a Starbucks. We are a Barnes & Noble Café— we serve Starbucks coffee.” It says it on the cups, I think to myself.