So I drive up to my corner CIBC – you know, to do banking things – and instead of my teller, is a man in a green apron. Now, I enjoy a man in an apron as much as any divorcee, so it took me a moment to grasp him – uh, I mean… to grasp that my bank is now a Starbucks.
It’s the 3rd Starbuckian takeover in a 3 block radius.
Now, my dear Pumpkinccinos, this presents a few questions – not the least of which is where do all the bank tellers go after the baristas move in? And, why were bankers worried about the viability of bricks & mortar agents, when their own bank tellers are up dark roast creek without a stirring stick? (if you’ll pardon the expression) Why do you think they call it Star “bucks”, eh? They know where it stops.
And those banker bean heads wouldn’t give me a loan without mortgaging my entire Lejaby bra collection just because I work with travel agents! Look in your own wicket before you go throwing stones at brick & mortar houses!
On the other hand, this Java Joe Jet Fuel Emporium street level takeover trend has me thinking. Is the wholesale sell-off of TCook affiliations to the Transat fraternity step 1 in an eventual TDCaffé Bucks? Hey, I’m just saying.
