You wanna go where everyone knows your name. Associate it with the old sitcom, Cheers, if you will. But for me, the catchy tune is referencing Starbucks. That is right - I have become one of those. A Starbucks junkie - someone who pays an inflated price for a green and black crowned mermaid-looking logo. For good reason though...
Today was one of those mornings where everything just does not go your way and is enroute to being a No Good Very Bad Day. Fortunately for me, all the mayhem happened before my Cup 'O Joe. All was right as soon as I pulled into the Starbucks parking lot. I walked through the doors and was greeted by the morning staff. Diana started on my drink, and by the time I walked up to the register it was ready for me at the bar. Megan rang me up for it, less the Vanilla, as she usually does. And just like that my day was better.
Though I may not be able to justify going to Starbucks two to three times a day as I sometimes do, I can say that I do prefer the taste of the Starbucks Americano over other coffees such as Seattle's Best, which gave me diarrhea, and McDonald's, voted cheapest and best by Consumer Reports. I willingly pay $2.40 for my Grande Vanilla Americano simply because I believe it to be the best tasting triple espresso coffee, and because it helps me get through the first few hours of each day.
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no coffee for me, but i'm in chinatown almost 5 out of the 7 nights a week. everyone there is starting to know my name
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