More Like StarSUCKS

Louis and I took a trip recently to our neighborhood Starbucks. Are we huge Starbucks fans? Not really, but they offer free WiFi. We are desperate as we have been in our apartment for quite some time, and AT&T is not being very cooperative in setting up our Internet. That, however, is for another post. The conversation below best captures our Starbucks experience.

Me: Is the Mocha Cookie Crumble cold or hot?

Barista: It’s a Frapachino.

Me: Oh…okay…so is it cold or hot?

Barista:…It’s a Frapachino

Me:…

Barista: That means it’s cold.

Me: …Thank you. I’ll try that.

Barista: And for you?

Louis: I’ll have a Black Iced Tea.

Barista: What size?

Louis: A really big one.

Barista: So…a venti?

Louis: Is that the biggest you have?

Barista: No, that would be a trenta.

Louis: Okay, then that.

Barista: We don’t serve teas in that size.

Don’t you be so cocky, Starbucks. I bought one of your Ethos Water bottles because while your Mocha Cookie Crumble Frapachino was indeed cold, it was gross. All over your water bottle was information about how you were helping children and providing communities in need with clean water. Woah, way to send $0.05 of the $5 bottled water I bought to starving people. Maybe you should fix the sprinkler in front of your coffee shop that is thoroughly watering the cement instead.

Side note: My beyond perfect nephew was born yesterday! I had already written this post before his arrival though, so I will blog about him as SOON as I get a moment!

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Hoots of a Night Al

I’m a night person. My name is Ali. Shorten it to Al, and it sounds like owl. Owls hoot.

Hoot Hopes:

1) Here I hope to write about life happenings as I have the memory of a piece of hay (I’m guessing they don’t have very good memories…no scientific research completed to verify).

2) I am also hoping it encourages me to take more pictures each day, since I’m 93% sure that most of my “memories” are actually me remembering what a picture of home movie looks like.

3) Finally, I hope to share my wit in a concrete way, so I can look back and either confirm my excellent sense of humor or hang my head in shame at my awkwardness.

Well, here we go.

 

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