Whenever we go to a Starbucks in the U.S., my husband (Måns) uses a fake name because it’s impossible for the workers to understand his name. He likes to use the name “Storm” because he feels it’s easy to understand and spell.
This backfired in Boston. When he gave his “Storm” name, the man working the register said, “Wow, is that really your name?”
Thinking the guy just thought it sounded cool and wanting to hurry, my husband said, “yeah.”
Then the man goes, “That’s my name too!”
And sure enough, his name tag said “Storm.”
Starbucks is finally coming to Stockholm. For the past 2 years, (or more?) we in Stockholm have had to book a flight at the airport to get into the only Starbucks in Stockholm, which lies behind the x-ray machines at Arlanda airport.
There have been rumors for years, but it finally looks like it’s going to happen. Many of us are very excited. My husband and I always seek out Starbucks when we are on vacation in another country. It’s one of our traveling treats. However, I bet that once Starbucks is available here, we won’t even bother much with after a couple of months. It was the same when Ben & Jerry’s came. We went crazy with all the flavors the first few months, but now we pick it up just a few times a year.
So now could we please get a Papa John’s, Luby’s and about 10 great Mexican restaurants so I can get tired of those as well?
A few weeks back, our family took a trip to Gothenburg, which is a town in southern Sweden. Besides the airport in Stockholm (behind security), Gothenburg has the only Starbucks in Sweden as far as I know. Why is this? The rest of Europe has Starbucks. Even Istanbul has Starbucks! Get with the program, Sweden!
I visited the Swedish Starbucks during my trip. I waited 5 minutes for my turn while the girl at the counter had to ask the man in front of me 10 times for his name. She simply could not understand what he was saying or how to spell it. As far as I’m concerned – who cares if Starbucks doesn’t write my name correctly in marker on a cup I’m going to throw away when it’s empty?
When she got to me and asked my name, I said, “Heather.”
“Henny?” she replied.
“Yes. That’s right.”