I also love reality.
The best combo of which is this sometimes snarky little blog written by a bunch of Starbucks barristas.
One of their latest threads includes the worst thing to have ever happened in their store.
On. My. Stars. Check it out.
Customers emptying colostomy bags.
A certain Mr. Honey demonstrating self-love in the washroom with honey packets from his white blossom tea.
Visits from customers who think they are Satan.
Oh, the flung hot coffees swung at barristas for being not hot enough.
The scams. The thieves. The pimps. The hookers.
The affairs between customers.
The affairs between barristas.
Let's not forget the ever-present urge by customers to urinate on the comfy chairs tradition that pops up everywhere.
Network TV couldn't come up with the drama that goes on at the local Starbucks. Seriously.
It makes me feel my last visit was a vacation.
Also, the frequent, ubiquitous use of Starbuck's sinks across the nation by customers as receptacles of feces has really made me question my next visit.
Seriously. Their coffee is not that good, my friends.
Thx for the Flickr pics by william couch and by pierofix