Nine (9) Failures in a Row! or Monrovia's Monster Mistake
NINE!!!
And this includes my favorite stores and stores I have terrorized before, and stores that have passed before and even baristas who've passed before!!!
* Sigh. *
About 10 days ago, when I'd had a "run" of three Challenge failures, I vowed to wait until I had a success to brag about even if disappointed with the lack of awareness in some stores. But the loses mounted, and store after store had no clue at all about Fair Trade, about Starbucks posted policy or worse: Tried to pass off ordinary coffee as Fair Trade.
I went to stores in Pasadena (several) Monrovia, LaVerne (several) and various LA County locations in between. No joy. Here is a typical experience for this month, from Monrovia on January 13, at 3:40 PM, written in the store and saved as a draft entry via WiFi, so the memory was fresh.
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LOCATION: Monrovia
621 W. Huntington DriveMonrovia CA, 91016 United States
It was nice day in the San Gabriel Valley, and, for me a rare event, I strode into the Starbucks without Miss Hannah, who was home with her mom. Thus unencumbered, I casually asked for my usual "Venti Fair Trade drip, please."
The tall Monrovia partner-boy looked puzzled, then scared. He rang up my sale, and poured me a cup of coffee.
"What's this?" I asked, knowing full well that FT Estima was on display out front but not on brew.
"Uh Guatemalan, uh mumble mumble, " said he.
"Is it Fair Trade?" asked I.
"Mumble mumble," said he. "Cough."
My inner Middle School Teacher took over.
"No. Its not," I said sharply. "Cafe Estima is your only certified Fair Trade blend. Please read the Scoop, ask your manager and your regional manager about the policy on fair trade."
I was curt, to say the least. The partner looked stunned.
"I'm sorry, but you are the fourth store in a row with this problem, and it is pretty discouraging. Just check out Fair Trade so you guys are up on it, ok? "
"Uhm, okay."
"Thanks. " Then, more, "Can I have a triple Grande Mocha, then? "
"Uh, okay."
"Whole milk, extra whip," I added sullenly, feeling suddenly depressed by the whole episode. Serve 'em right if I dropped dead of clogged arteries on the spot.