Mr Venti meet Mr Trenta



The anticipation was killing me. I wiped away the little droplet of sweat that had fallen from my brow onto my cheek, and inserted the key. I turned slowly and heard the soft click.
Why did I suddenly feel so nervous?
Why did I already know in my heart that if I didn’t see it, I would be slightly crushed?
Why does my neighbor wash his car EVERY morning, yet never leaves his house?
Anyway. I take a deep breath, open the mailbox and peer inside. It was there! I squealed with delight as I retrieved my new glossy black & gold “anything drink…any size” free Sweet 15 Starbucks gift certificate. It’s a lil perk that you get after you buy earn 15 stars through the Rewards Program. And if you get 15 more…you can become a Gold card member…ahem, which I happen to be…and yes, I slightly brag about it that to my friends because it will the only gold card that my wallet will EVER see…according to those fine people over at free credit Anyway, I tried my best to not skip like a schoolgirl as I headed back toward the house.
I didn’t really care, because I got a free drink, yo and the best Baristas in town.
I know some people who love Starbucks.
Best coffee on Earth!
Great atmosphere!
Free WI-Fi!
I know some people who hate Starbucks.
Awful coffee!
It’s too pretentious to order a “Grande!”
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and that’s cool because I got a free drink and the nicest Baristas in town.
I was so excited that night, I could barely sleep. The next morning I woke up at 4 a.m. so I could be at Starbucks when the doors opened at 5:30 a.m. Sharp. I’m totally kidding. I really woke up at like 9:15 a.m. and shuffled in there around 2:45 p.m. It might be a free drink, but I ain’t that dumb. I stood patiently in line, looking over the drink menu. It’s funny, I order the same two things almost everyday, yet when I am presented with get an “anything drink free” card, I get nervous. I want to make sure I get the most out of my certificate. Something different. Not my usual. But yet, I don’t. Or do I? No. Due to my digestive disorder, I rarely deviate from my regular diet, but that day I did. I went from a 20 ounce black tea (with 8 pumps of Classic) to a 31 ounce black tea (with 8 pumps of Classic.) Rebel. Yup.
Mr. Venti meet Mr. Trenta
Mr. Trenta…Mr. Venta


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