Yesterday, 10:30am, in a Starbucks on Yonge Street, on the way back to my hotel room after the most important, super crazy OSCE of my life. (Ok it wasn't crazy, I actually feel pretty good about it, but it was scary as hell, and I have to wait 2 weeks for my results.)
I stood waiting behind a woman who was preparing her drink, or should I say…science experiment. She was carefully measuring, stirring, eyeing, weighing and concocting her coffee… you’d swear one wrong move and the damn thing would explode in her hand.
She would grab two little pink sugar packets a time between her index finger and thumb, and start shaking them to get all the sugar to move to the bottom of the packet then she would flick them with her other hand.
Shake, shake, shake…flick, flick, flick…shake, shake, shake,…flick, flick, flick
I watched her add SIX packet’s to a 8 oz. cup of coffee. Sipping the coffee between each packet to be sure that it was *perfect*.
Then came the milk.... she had to examine each container before opening it to sniff it be make sure it wasn't "off". As she started to pour the milk little by little into her cup, she began the tasting sequence again.
Then came the sprinkle of chocolate shavings....
By the time she shimmied out of the way, my Americano was nearly cold.
I was only waiting for a lid!
- Perhaps its just me, but if I'm going to Starbucks, I want to be able to at least TASTE the coffee! Anyone else drink their coffee black?
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Thursday, May 19, 2011
Thursday, December 9, 2010
I'm blowing raspberries...
To the nasty _________ who cut in front of me in the Starbucks lineup today:
I would have planted one of my Nikes square in your behind had there not been so many eye witnesses. If you hadn't been so evily rude, I still would have wanted to kick you in the jeans because you got the last cranberry bliss bar, and because its EXAM WEEK and I am ready to pull me hair out from the stress, and because the next Starbucks is not on the way home, and a peppermint mocha is just not the same without one.
So there. pppfffttt (or whatever that noise is when I stick out my tongue)
I would have planted one of my Nikes square in your behind had there not been so many eye witnesses. If you hadn't been so evily rude, I still would have wanted to kick you in the jeans because you got the last cranberry bliss bar, and because its EXAM WEEK and I am ready to pull me hair out from the stress, and because the next Starbucks is not on the way home, and a peppermint mocha is just not the same without one.
So there. pppfffttt (or whatever that noise is when I stick out my tongue)
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