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I am a coffee-holic.
Nearly to the extent that an alcoholic is an alcoholic, I must be a coffee-holic. Could not imagine a day without it. Well, I guess that it could happen, but it would be most unpleasant for everyone else involved. I can't even face me on a morning before my first coffee, so god help anyone else who dares get in my way. Over the past year my average consumption has crept up from an average of one or two cups a day, to 4 cups being the usual and over 8 if it's a hangover day. Even more if it's a bad hangover. However, recently I have cut down on Starbucks and Caffe Nero and Costa and all those other chains of coffees, and I guess they must have two or three cups' worth of coffee in a medium/large one of their's, right?
Damn you. Overpriced urgh-ness. |
What I loved about Starbucks, why I was willing to part with so much money on a daily basis, was the staff. Like any good salespeople, they were lovely and valued you as a regular customer, and made you feel like it was actually worth paying more than I would pay for a lunch meal deal for a cup of coffee. They even gave me a small discount for working on the same road as their shop, which made me really justify going in there on a regular basis. I think I stopped because I realised that I couldn't keep up such an expensive habit.
Red cups now did you know? Do you care? |
However, all hope was not gone. I practically downed two grande cups of coffee, one a toffee nut latte and the other a praline mocha (toffee nut is better by miles, I must say,)got to work and was very productive. For two whole hours. I was still buzzing when I came out of the place. It turns out that Starbucks is a very magical place where my work gets done...
Oh God, that's the first step on the slippery slope isn't it? Soon enough I'll be carting my laptop bag into town every day, enjoying the finest bucks of Star at all expense, crippling my bank balance as well as my back, in the process.
DAMN YOU STARBUCKS D:
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