There is something about Starbucks that just makes my day start off sweetly. When I walk into the store, either on the way to the office from the train station, or when stopping in on my drive to work, the world just seems perkier. I feel so much happier after a grande white mocha. But, as I started to ponder this wishful feeling, I wondered if maybe the drug in the cup is just like those who use drugs in other forms. But yet, you would think tea or soda would create the same feeling, or a cup of joe even from the office coffee pot, yet nothing does.
I limit myself to only one stop a week, however that is more so my bank statement doesn't just read Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks....
Oh the simple pleasures of life, coffee...
No comments:
Post a Comment