Starbucks says thanks, but no thanks
I just returned from a Forrester conference on Marketing Engagement in LA last week, during which time Starbucks announced its new Pikes Place coffee and extended an offer to try it for free every Wednesday through May. The effort was just one in a string of attempts for the company to get back to its roots and back in the good graces of its customers.
I'll have to admit I was impressed with the gesture, especially after hearing speaker after speaker talk about the importance of being transparent and real to your customer, and understanding what matters most to them and delivering it consistently, and dare I say cheerfully.
So I awoke yesterday morning eager to visit Starbucks and try something new. Now, you have to understand I am a die-hard Skinny Vanilla Latte girl, so making a stop on a day I don't usually indulge my habit and trying something new, even if it was free, took effort on my part.
Ironically, that effort included dealing with the increasing amount of guilt I was feeling about walking out with something I hadn't paid for. Call it the G chromosome--unique to many mommies who suffer from some form of guilt at least once a day. You see, I knew the company would lose money on me that day. And being in business and married to a man who is self-employed, I understood fully what that meant.
I passed my usual Starbucks and kept driving. I'd just skip it today. Then hunger pangs and a need for caffeine kicked in. I had to stop. Only now, I could rationalize stopping for the free coffee and paying for something to eat.
So I'm standing in line with my Free Pikes Place Coffee card and I notice no one around me is taking advantage of it. They are ordering my favorite drinks and many others I've never tried. Guilt strikes again. As I approach the counter, I watch the countenance on the staff's face go from friendly to slightly exasperated. Before I could get the words out, they had turned their back to get my coffee. No stop to ask if I wanted room for cream or not. I raced to say, "I'd like a blueberry coffee cake to go, please." All of a sudden, the sulk turned to a smile. Then they were on to the next guest...a fully paying one. No "thank you for stopping in," or "I hope you like the coffee."
To be honest, that's really all I wanted to hear. The coffee was somewhat immaterial to me. Needless to say, I found it to be just a bitter as some of their other blends. I'm not sure if that was the result of the brew or the barissta. Either way, I won't go back anytime soon. There's a Bad Ass Coffee shop on my route. And while I don't love having that name on my cup, I do like the way they treat me when I stop.


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