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tropeThe first time I heard that Starbucks had a drive thru option was when my father explained it to me, while driving me to a minor surgery at 5 am a few days before Christmas. He needed a caffeine fix, and even though Dad was from out of town, he had an instinct about where to find his coffee at any time of day. I was nervous, didn't want to be sick, and hadn't gotten to eat any breakfast. He saw that I was miserable and kept trying to get me to eat some of the whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles off his mocha, not seeming to understand that it was just going to make my day worse.
On the first weekend of our road trip binge this month, we were driving out to Cincinnati during Bug's naptime. I got too woozy to drive and thought that a drive thru would be less likely to wake him up than a stop. I ordered a frou-frou coffee drink with whipped cream, and C ordered a coffee and a cup of ice. C adds ice and does something complicated with his drink, I count the change and pull away, C spills the coffee all over his lap, the seat, and the floor. He screams and swears, Bug wakes up, I pull over, more swearing, Bug sees the whipped cream and starts whining for a milkshake of his own, and we spend the next 20 minutes yelling at each other.
S-bux, your coffee may be sugary and delicious, you may claim than our "relationship" goes deeper than just coffee, and you would be right. And you are totally not worth it. We're done.
On the first weekend of our road trip binge this month, we were driving out to Cincinnati during Bug's naptime. I got too woozy to drive and thought that a drive thru would be less likely to wake him up than a stop. I ordered a frou-frou coffee drink with whipped cream, and C ordered a coffee and a cup of ice. C adds ice and does something complicated with his drink, I count the change and pull away, C spills the coffee all over his lap, the seat, and the floor. He screams and swears, Bug wakes up, I pull over, more swearing, Bug sees the whipped cream and starts whining for a milkshake of his own, and we spend the next 20 minutes yelling at each other.
S-bux, your coffee may be sugary and delicious, you may claim than our "relationship" goes deeper than just coffee, and you would be right. And you are totally not worth it. We're done.
