(not my photo)
Every other month, I work on Saturday. I don't generally mind the way the library is on a Saturday -- it's either really quiet, and I get a lot of my work done, or it's incredibly busy, and the day passes with amazing alacrity.
Either way, on Saturday mornings, I treat myself to Starbucks. I get a coffee or, like today, something special like the Green Tea Frappucino. I also get breakfast, since they started serving breakfast sandwiches (although today, in anticipation of the greasy meal I'll enjoy at Sonic with WG before getting on a plane by myself, I had the yogurt parfait -- yum).
It costs about $8 a week, so $32 every other month. It's worth it.
But that's not what I want to talk about.
Starbucks amazes me. I want to hate them. I want to hate them as much as I hate Wal-Mart. But I can't. i almost...love them. It's not like I'd go anywhere else if Starbucks wasn't around. I wouldn't root out another coffee shop. I appreciate what Starbucks does, and I like the atmosphere, and I like how it unites people.
That's right. I said it. Starbucks unites.
Where else would you see a librarian ordering her Green Tea Frap, a dude with a neck tattoo, driving a Scion XB (or X-box, as I like to call it), sticking that familiar green straw into a drink as he leaves the drive through, a family on the way to little league, and anyone else you'd like to fit into that equation? Starbucks has such diversity.
And the perkiness of their baristas (see, I even know the word!) doesn't terrify me in the morning. I actually appreciate it.
Plus, every time I go in there, I see a CD I want to buy -- that whole "Hear Music" thing is a raving success, and they produce quality music.
No wonder Starbucks is everywhere.
Starbucks for President.