It's no secret that I have the Starbucks love. And it's no secret that it's been HOT. You'd think, if you put those two together, that I'd be throwing back those frothy, frozen, frappuccino things. Right?
But here's the thing. They're really cold. Really. As in make-my-throat-hurt-cause-instant-brain-freeze cold. Oh, they taste lovely. They might even be on the menu in Heaven. But I just can't handle the cold.
So instead, I just keep ordering my ventisoyunsweetenedgreentealatte or my hot chocolate (with coconut, for a little summer kick). And then the baristas make fun of me. And then I ask them if they give a hard time to everyone who orders coffee, or if they save up all of their scarcasm just for me. That pretty much makes them look at the floor or otherwise avert their eyes in shame.
And I just take my hot beverage, sit down in the air conditioned cafe, and sip away.
(Okay, so I'm usually also eating a cookie. Who are we kidding. Whatever.)
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