speedvegan

there is a starbucks steps from my apt where i normally get my grande sugar-free vanilla soy latte most mornings. the baristas there know me by name and they know my drink. despite my elite, almost-celebrity status, i sometimes cheat on my preferred starbucks location. like when i skip dinner the night before, grab a vegan muffin in the morning and, for the sake of time, shamefully walk over to the starbucks next to wild oats. going to this starbucks is a gamble i take (and lose) every time. the pointy faced girl who works the morning shift fux up my drink 10 times out of 10. i’m not talking about regular syrup instead of sugar-free, tall instead of grande or cappuccino instead of latte. i’m talking straight from the pasture, disgusting, gut churning, fatty whole milk instead of soy. my kryptonite. a substance that can turn my stomach upside down and inside out in a matter of seconds with a single drop.

i should know by now to walk over to my starbucks and then drive to wild oats for the muffin… or better yet, not skip dinner ! but who am i kidding ? i never learn a lesson. not until it has knocked me down, kicked me around and ran me over. twice. she did it again today. after waiting 10 minutes for my drink, the little starbucks flake finally realized she had screwed up, apologized, re-made my drink and handed me a free drink coupon. as i walked out, i vouched to never return to that mad house.