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Peet’s Coffee on Beverly Drive – You Suck.

26 Jun

A week ago my Monday morning playdate and I decided to stray from our usual Coffee Bean and try Peet’s Coffee instead. I know, living on the wild side. Things starting going terribly wrong from the moment we stepped inside: First, my mega double stroller barely fit through the door and slammed into the glass. Everyone in the place turned and glared at us as if we has just interrupted the Bar Exam. Then my friend jammed her son’s arm in the doorway as she’s trying to squeeze in. We should have called it quits at that point but we were determined to make it to the counter. As approaching the counter I heard one cashier say to the other cashier, “Oh boy, get the mop.” so, that’s what it’s come to? people see my kids coming and immediately predict a catastrophe. Then, right on cue the twins start screaming, “Chocolate milk! CHOCOLATE MILK!!!!!” there must be something in those Horizon milk boxes that flips the crazy switch in my children. If I don’t get the little frickin’ straws in fast enough they start acting like I’m cutting off their oxygen flow.
I order my green iced tea (coffee makes me act like I’m on crack) and I proceed to spill it on the floor just as the lady hands it to me. Apparently at Peets they don’t believe in lids. The cashier snaps, “don’t worry, I’ll clean it up!” Gee thanks lady, it’s iced tea not a dead body.

Within the next 30 seconds, everything that could have gone wrong, did –
JH starts squeezing his milk box and pouring all of its contents onto the floor, just as TR starts hysterically screaming, “Out Mommy! Stroller no no out out out!” I then dropped my credit card, and as I bent over to get it smashed the stroller into the counter. At that very moment an employee that looked beyond miserable decided it would be a good time to try to squeeze by my big rig stroller. As I tried to maneuver out of her way (while JH is still spraying milk onto the floor and TR is hollering) I ran over the woman’s foot. This lady starts jumping up and down, does a 360 degree spin and starts screaming, “My foot! My foot!” for God’s sake woman, it was an accident and it’s a stroller not a Hummer. Before, I could apologize she snaps at me, “Don’t worry, I’ll clean the mess up!”
As I turned the stroller around to make a B-line for the exit, I notice that the line is 20 people deep and they are all staring at me and my catastrophe on wheels.
When my girlfriend and I finally made it out of Peet’s alive, we looked at each other and burst into hysterical laughter. The only way that coffee run could have gone worse was if we set off the fire alarm and sprinklers.
To say that Peet’s coffee is not kid friendly would be a huge understatement. Between the snappy employees and gawking patrons, this place might as well put a sign out front that says, KIDS NOT WELCOME HERE, GO TO COFFEE BEAN.
Well Peet’s coffee, guess what? My crazy caravan won’t be back. And I might have to mention to a few people here and there to not patronize Peet’s on Beverly Drive. Either that or I’ll invite every set of twins I know to meet me at Peet’s for breakfast every morning this week.

xoxo

Should I boycott Peet’s? or tell everyone with little kids to start hanging out there?

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