| | damn you | | I've never been a very big coffee girl. There's something about spending $4 for caffeine that annoys me, so it's usually a special treat that I do on the very rare occasion. I have quite a few chuckles at the expense of my friends who were addicted to their regular beverages, all while sipping my Diet Vanilla Black Cherry Coke. (F**k you, Coke, for discontinuing Vanilla Coke in the US!)
A few weeks back, when school was closed for a few weeks between the summer and fall sessions, I had to take my group to the downtown library to get in their computer time. Being that the library doesn't open until 10 AM and us being on an early schedule, we were arriving at about 1/2 hour before the doors opened. On the corner near the library was a Barfucks, as my friend Anthony is so fond of referring to Starbucks.
I would grimace when I saw the line of people from the outside crawling inward and wonder why people were so willing to wait in order to pay so much for coffee. I'd had Starbucks coffee in the past and wasn't all that impressed with it. (Once you've had Kona coffee from Hawaii, all others pale in comparison.) Yet one morning I was feeling parched and opted to get in that line.... | |
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