I have a few confession to make about coffee. Starbucks coffee isn't very good. Even their blonde roast tastes burned to me. Maybe I just don't have an educated palette, but MAN do they have some seriously strong burned-bean tea. I think I actually drink coffee because I like creamer. But that's another story.
Another confession? I don't (and won't) speaks Starbucks. When I order, I ask for a "small coffee in a great big cup." The barista repeats back my order in Starbuck-ese. I say, "Sure, if that means a small coffee in a great big cup, then yes, that's what I want." I should not have to learn other names for small, medium, and large when they're quite adequate to describe the thing I want. Maybe it's the grey hair, maybe it's just common sense.
My final confession for today is that I order a "small coffee in a great big cup" for two reasons. One, so I can dilute it with milk and sweetener and cinnamon and anything else I can add to improve the flavor. And two, so I only have to pay a buck and a half for burned-bean tea, instead of $4.50. Call me cheap; I say frugal.
Thanks for hearing out my Wednesday confessions. And thanks for reading.
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