tears in Target

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Friday, March 2, 2018
I think this story is worth remembering ... so my embarrassment is your laugh for the day.

The nausea lately has been pretty bad. I am dealing and trying not to complain, I know it will pass. But it is hard to feel like all I want to do is lay still so I feel halfway okay. I knew it would happen, but it still doesn't make it any easier.
As with one of my other kids, sipping on a decaf cafe vanilla frapp from Starbucks takes away the nausea for a while. I don't know why (honestly, I don't care, I am just happy it works) but it is relief in a cup. Normally a drink like that would be way too sweet - my normal Starbucks order would be a a basic cold brew or iced coffee, but I am sticking to decaf while pregnant and right now that would be too harsh on my tummy anyways I think. 
Anyways.
Knowing we were going to Target, it was all I could do to not run from the car into the store and head straight to the Starbucks. Relief was very near. I go in, order and start watching the barista make the drink. Except she was making a vanilla bean frapp, not the cafe vanilla I ever so politely requested. She then tells me when I question her, she has no clue how to make it decaf. I dont think she would have known how to make it period with the questions she was asking me but that is not the point. So I ask for a refund knowing I could probably talk my husband into going to another store. She cant do that either and tells me to go to guest services to get it worked out.
I was met at guest services by a nice lady who was also pregnant, and I just said "I am so nauseated I just really wanted my drink" and I BURST INTO TEARS.
You guys. I'm standing in Target sobbing over a frappuccino. I explained that I am not always this emotional over Starbucks - that I am on a combination of meds and hormones that are just making this seem that much worse. I just wanted a break from the nausea though - it was so close but so far away.
She was so sweet and went to make the drink herself for me as I stood there trying to get myself under control. My husband comes around and says "I left you for less than 5 minutes" and laughs at me. I deserved it. I was half laughing and crying at this point.
She comes back and was so very sweet. Asked if it was okay and I said yes and thanked her over and over.
The drink was not right, but she tried and I did not want to cause any more trouble than I had. My husband drank that one and every so kindly drove me to a free standing Starbucks after we left for my correct drink.
And we all lived happily ever after. 

So there you have it. Today I cried in Target because the barista in Starbucks did not know how to make my drink.
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