| Ashlee ♪ ( @ 2007-04-07 19:57:00 |
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Starbucks
Happy belated birthday to my brother
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I really suck at coffee and realized today that a lot that comes out of my mouth is a cacophonous verbal depravity.
The only thing I really know about coffee is that if I don't drink any I get a headache. I also don't put milk in it, I think that is gross. I spent the day in NJ today, and on the way home I realize that I was in some desperate need for caffeine, quick. Right after I realized that I saw a starbucks.
Today I learned that I am a bad person because I don't know what a macchiato, dolce, venti, chai, americano or a latte is. I usually get my coffee for free at a "coffee bar" at work. That consists of super cheap coffee that comes out of pipes like water from a water fountain.
The menu was printed in foreign coffee language. I wanted to take a risk and order an "Ethiopia Sidamo" But then I realized I was taking a chance by parting with more money then I wanted to, for something I didn't even know what it was. I wanted a large so naturally I thought tall. Good thing that had the tree sized cups displayed on the counter along with what the sizes were for the slow people like me.
I am such an idiot. The hyper starbucks people (I would be hyper too if I was around coffee 8 hours a day) must hate me. Since there was no gibberish translator there, I went up and said "Um, grande coffee please". I thought the starbacks man was going to laugh at me. He probably thought I was a dyslexic lobotomy patient. I tried to get more specific, and together we decided upon a Cinnamon Dolce thing.
I was really good, but I forgot that you are supposed to put your own sugar in it. I realized this when I was already a few miles away. Dammit.