Every Friday I indulge my inner coffee-diva and make a trip to Starbucks. Usually it is my reward for making through the week, at least that is my justification for spending $4 on a cup of coffee.
Last Friday, I placed my usual order and waited in line and as I was waiting one of my coworkers came in. She placed her order and we started talking quietly. The conversation lulled as the baristas started calling out orders.
In the silence I hear “venti-iced-vanilla-sugar-free-skim.” I make my way to the counter, pick up my coffee and walk back to wait with my coworker. As I walked back to meet my coworker, I realize I am completely Starbuck’s high-maintenance.
I pride myself on being low-maintenance. I can get ready for work in 20 minutes, go days without wearing make-up and I have no fear about breaking a nail. For some reason, as low-maintenance as I am, I have to be a “venti-iced-vanilla-sugar-free-skim” the instant I enter a Starbucks.
On the way back to the office, my coworker and I wonder – what is it about Starbuck’s that turns a perfectly normal girl into high-maintenance?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
Too many options. When confronted with so many choices to make up a single item, one can't help but indulge. Myself, I go for straight black coffee at Starbuck's but at Chipotle I will get a bit of everything in my burrito. The options are there, why not exercise them?
I know the feeling. I'm usually a coffee with sugar and 1/2 'n' 1/2 kind of girl... but every so often I have to have a grande iced soy chai it makes me feel high maintenance since there are four words in my drink. The most embarrassing part about it is returning to work with something that's clearly not plain coffee and is clearly H.M. 'Cause I'm not H.M.
I'm a skim latte. I wish I was as easy going in the rest of my life.
that's what starbucks is for. options, don't think of it as high-maintenance, think of it as a luxury.
I'm a grandenonfatsugarfreevanillalattenowhip extrahotinwinter, icedinsummer, sometimes frapped, kinda gal myself...
And for 35 years I didn't even consider coffee to be a beverage, would cringe when my friends started ordering coffee at breakfast, and God-forbid, after dinner like OLD PEOPLE DO!
Now, I have succumbed, and am a High-maintenance starbucks junkie myself.
Nice to meet ya.
Post a Comment