Dear, dear Starbucks. You're like a sad lover, coming back again and again. Convinced that next time will be better, next time you'll "change," next time you do whatever it is you think we want from you.
"Don't you love me? Can't we try again? Next time I won't come on so strong. Next time I won't cost $5.40. Next time I'll play Fair Trade. It'll be different this time, I promise. This time, I'll go wherever you want to go... you pick. Next time I'll make you breakfast sandwiches. I'm desperate. I'll do anything. Even grind myself into instant microparticles and let myself be carried in a handy little pouch."
Starbucks, VIA(r) is a wonderful breakthrough for you. I wish you all the best. But it just won't work out between us.
I'm just not that into instant coffee.
Posted by Chelsea at 10:29 PM