I Just Got Completely Dominated At An Airport Starbucks

Little peek behind the curtain of yours truly, I'm currently on my way to Frankfurt, KY for my 14th annual fantasy football draft. A bunch of us have been in the same league since college and every year the winner chooses which location we all have to fly to for the in person draft. It's a whole thing.

While I understand nobody gives a shit about your fantasy league, I need to vent/ask the stoolies about something that just happened to me at the airport Starbucks. I feel like I just got completely alpha'd or something and I need to know what the proper move is in this situation. I know this isn't exactly a basketball blog but just go with it.

Whenever I fly, I almost always avoid Starbucks/Dunkin at the airport. Those places are legit madhouses. I always feel bad for the employees because some people are absolute assholes when traveling. It's as if they can't see that there are 10,000 people waiting for coffee/food and can't understand that shit takes time. Whatever. Well this morning I had time to kill so I said screw it and got yself an iced coffee and breakfast sandwich. It was packed so I had no problem standing and waiting for my name like any normal person would.

You could feel the tension in the air among those around me as everyone was getting antsy waiting for their food. It was clear things were a little backed up but again, you should accept that going in. Finally I heard "Daniel" and it was as if I hit the mega millions. This was about to be the best sausage egg and cheese of my life. 

Or so I thought

I noticed that a woman was also making her way to the counter at the same time as me. I figured it was to check some of the orders that were on the table to see if one had her name on it. No no. By the time I got to the counter through all the waiting people (2 seconds), everything was gone. No Daniel to be found anywhere. I had suspicions that this lady jacked my sandwich so I watched her check the labels outside of the Starbucks. I saw her read "Daniel" and not give one single shit about it. For a second I thought I misheard so I asked the person working if they still had any Daniel's in the queue and naturally they didn't. My biggest fear was confirmed.

This lady stole my goddamn sandwich. 

Not only that, of course Starbucks was now sold out of what I ordered, so I bit the bullet and said fuck it and went about my day.

So my question is this. What do you do in that situation? I told the person I'm pretty sure someone just stole my sandwich, but what are they going to do? I know they don't care, they have a million orders going on. The thing about me is I also DESPISE any sort of confrontation. I'm not going to cause a scene in an airport about a silly sandwich, people who cause scenes in airports are the absolute worst. 

A non-pussy would probably confront the woman, but again, that causes a whole scene. I saw her read the label so I know it wasn't an accident. She just decided to alpha the hell out of me and there was nothing I could do in the situation. 

With all that in mind, taking it on the chin is the only play here right? Sometimes you win some and sometimes you lose some I guess. All I'm thinking about as I sit at my gate is how much she's probably enjoying that sandwich while I sit here nothing. I'm pretty sure I saw her go back up a second time to get something she was probably waiting for, and on some level I respect leaving a Starbucks with 3 bags when you know you only ordered 2. That's a type of not giving a fuck I could only dream of having. When I'm at an airport/on a plane, my only focus is to mind my business and not be an inconvenience. Flying is stressful as hell right now with how much of a disaster traveling is at the moment, so the last thing I want to do is pile onto that.

So lady, if you're reading this blog somehow. I hope that sausage egg and cheese was everything I hoped it would be when I ordered it. 

And for the rest of you, I guess this is just a lesson that you have to keep your head on a swivel whenever you're at an airport Starbucks/Dunkin. If you aren't and are also a gigantic pussy who hates confrontation, this could be you one day.