Every Friday morning I give myself an end-of-the-week-treat from Starbucks. I love it. I look forward to it every week. However, for the past 2 Fridays, my day was ruined by a caffeinated latte, when I specifically askef for decaf. You can imagine how jittery someone like me becomes with caffeine.
So this morning, I gave them one last chance. I even changed my order to something super easy. Caramel apple cider with no whip. Easy breezy. I stood and waited for my drink hoping they would take this opportunity to redeem themselves. I watched the barista pour the sweet liquid into the paper cup. In a moment of horror I watched him reach for the whip cream and coat the top of my drink in a long, creamy string of whipped milk (which I am allergic to). He then topped it with caramel as if that would make up for it. I wanted to throw it back in his face, storm out, and call some sort of Starbucks hotline. I did none of these. Although, I didn't say thank you. So ha! I'm sure he understood my extreme discontent from my lack of gratitude.
In response to the tragedy of my past 3 Friday's, I am determined to make my next one count. Time for a new coffee shop. NO MORE STARBUCKS. Say it with me everyone. My husband has disliked them for quite a while, and now I'm taking his side and saying no to chain coffee and poorly understood orders. I feel liberated, free from the need for Starbucks and their comfy shops and low lighting. They think they're so cool. I now disagree.
Matryoshka Doll Patterns . . . so cute!
I just love the big bow on this bag.
Hans . . . esposita?
