Tuesday, 20 April 2010
Lat(t)ely
Starbucks, I need a word with you.
I love you, you know I do. But lately you've been letting me down.
You get my drink order wrong every single time.
How difficult is to get a grande, skinny, iced latte with an extra shot? I know I'm awkward but I don't think I'm that bad.
No, I don't want syrup in it. No, I don't want any milk other than skinny. Yes, I want an extra shot. Yes, I want an ICED latte, even in this cold weather. It's just how I roll. Today you had to make my drink three times before you got it right.
I'll never leave you though, don't worry. I just wish you could make more of an effort in this relationship sometimes.
Yours,
Helen xxx
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little letters,
middle class woe