Starbucks
She usually then turns to me to attack me personally for anything she finds wrong in the world. She attacked me because I like Starbucks and she only knows this because in talking to other teachers and her listening in she garnered the information that I go there with friends on occasion. I am personally responsible for everything that is wrong with the world and honestly, I am so tired of this woman, I am starting to wear her hatred for me as a badge of honor.
I understand that many of you are anti corporate. I am not. Corporations, while immoral, are just as immoral as you or I. We pollute the environment, we abuse our fellow humans, and we break laws. However, I do not create jobs; provide opportunities, health care or affordable and enjoyable consumer goods for the citizens of this or any other country.
Starbucks, evil corporate giant of your dreams, provides a service, jobs, and opportunities to the world. If people did not like Starbucks, Wal Mart, Mc Donald�s, the Gap, Home Depot, and CVS you would not be tripping over them every time you went to Taco Bell, Walgreen�s, a Loew�s Theatre or to Target. YOU may not like them, but obviously, someone else does and they like it a great deal.
No one is making anyone shop there. The Trilateral Committee and the Illuminati may get together with the Masons and plot our destruction but I have never been forced to shop somewhere that I did not want to or to buy anything I really did not want to own with the exception of when my family did not have a lot of money and we got our school clothes at K-Mart (pre Martha Stewart) and thank God for that, without low cost consumer goods so many of us would be nude, hungry and caffeine free.
Even I shudder at the idea of me being hungry, caffeine free and naked.
Ellen has given up coffee. More power to you; fool. I would not give up coffee for the world. There are days that I would (and have) step over my own mother for a good cup of coffee.
On Starbucks again, I am not a daily customer. I do not get a regular cup of coffee. Starbucks is where I go because I do not go to bars. I go there and meet friends, have a coffee and sometimes a pastry.
White Trash
Today I went to Starbucks to get a Venti Caramel Macchiato and an apple purse (a pastry, not a handbag made from apples but if you slapped Louis Vutton on it and told Kipp it could carry and iPod�) and it never, ever fails: they dribbled caramel on the cup. I decided the best course of action was to lick the caramel off my cup.
I was on the phone with Melissa Potter. Melissa Potter and I only stop talking when we are pulled away from the phone OR the battery dies (as it did today). I told her what I was doing and then did it. I said, �the barista is looking at me like I am white trash.� He said, �that was not white trash but it was definitely dirty.�
This barista was efficient and scary in that he reminded me of myself: well dressed, fat, bad hair, tacky Emo glasses, and most of all: he snarked a complete stranger while working in a service oriented job.
