Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Friday, September 12, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Pumpkin Spice Hershey's Kisses
They are even better than Starbucks's Pumpkin Spice Latte.
(much nutmeggier)
(much nutmeggier)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
I'm Done
Well, I've decided not to go to Starbucks again. That is, I'm never going to order a mixed drink from them. You can only order a no-sugar 200 calorie drink and receive instead one of the ones that they haul out on the Today show to show why people are fat (which in their defense is easily mistaken for the one I ordered) so many times before you have to tell those greedy corporate fuckers to fuck off (like I should have done in the first place). At least it's not like the time the barista called me a liar.
Barista: (calling out order) Grande skinny vanilla latte.
Me: Oh, I didn't order a vanilla. I ordered a hazelnut.
Barista: (smiling condescendingly) No, you ordered a vanilla.
Me: I'm pretty sure I didn't.
Barista: No, you did. Fine! I'll make another one.
Thing is, I would never order a vanilla one. I think they are boring. And it wasn't even like I was thinking of one and maybe it accidentally popped out of my mouth. If that had been the case, I would have asked for an Omar from The Wire Macchiato. And that time was not even as bad as the guy who made fun of me as I was walking out because I did not hear him exactly when he first called out the order and I asked him to repeat it. Seriously, guy: I hope your life is as miserable as you deserve.
I've made this declaration before and then been sucked back in. So it remains to be seen how long this lasts. If it doesn't, I'll be sure to post about it, and whatever excuse I've made to myself to justify my turn-around.
Barista: (calling out order) Grande skinny vanilla latte.
Me: Oh, I didn't order a vanilla. I ordered a hazelnut.
Barista: (smiling condescendingly) No, you ordered a vanilla.
Me: I'm pretty sure I didn't.
Barista: No, you did. Fine! I'll make another one.
Thing is, I would never order a vanilla one. I think they are boring. And it wasn't even like I was thinking of one and maybe it accidentally popped out of my mouth. If that had been the case, I would have asked for an Omar from The Wire Macchiato. And that time was not even as bad as the guy who made fun of me as I was walking out because I did not hear him exactly when he first called out the order and I asked him to repeat it. Seriously, guy: I hope your life is as miserable as you deserve.
I've made this declaration before and then been sucked back in. So it remains to be seen how long this lasts. If it doesn't, I'll be sure to post about it, and whatever excuse I've made to myself to justify my turn-around.
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