Only On Sunday

So what’s with Starbucks? Besides crappy coffee, I mean? I avoid that place whenever and wherever possible but sometimes stopping there can’t be helped. Like when you are desperate for a latté and you’re on the road and the only place to get a latté is Starbucks. Even a crappy latté is better than no latté at all.

I was thinking about this the other day when I found myself in such a position and pulled into a Starbucks. Why is it that the lattés at Starbucks seem so bland compared to lattés anywhere else on the planet? So, I asked how many shots in the mucho vente crappo whatever they call the largest one. Two shots, the guy says? Two? Did I hear that right? I’m paying the same amount of money at Starbucks for a two-shot large that I’m paying for the usual three-shot large in every other coffee shop? No wonder it’s bland. It’s not coffee, it’s warm mile. And you have to pay extra to get it the way you would get it any other coffee shop.

But the big question is, this is Starbucks, why does this sort of rip-off surprise me so?

I was out and about today and saw an out-of-state license plate. The car was from Alabama and the plate read “Stars Fell On Alabama”. My first thought was, pity not in recent history. I, of course, gave myself an immediate ‘Bad Dog’ slap but it just goes to show that my less then amusing teenage experiences in the deep south are still with me.