Buckle Your Tastebuds

I committed two of my most hated acts this morning. First, I got to the mall 30 minutes early. I feared being one of those people who just stood in front of the store's locked doors, staring until it opened. Having worked at Pottery Barn and Abercrombie & Fitch, I have grown to despise those people. Second, I went to Starbucks to pass the 30 minutes. I don't like Starbucks. They charge too much for mediocre product. But more notably, I hate when people are Starbucks crazy. I knew this girl at kamp a few years ago who talked incessantly about Starbucks...she craved it constantly. It would be 100 degrees during Work Week while we were raking leaves, and she would be craving a mocha. Sick. It drove me nuts. With that said--so I go into Starbucks and ordered a Blackberry Green Tea Frappuccino. HALLELUJAH! It was good. It looks a little weird--three people stopped me while I was shopping to inquire about what I was drinking. I am thinking that I've enough time to go get another one before work. I am so ashamed. I've become one of them. Mark Poshak, you'll think it's yummy, you have to try it. And, you've got that one corner with two Starbucks, so I figure it's accessible.