Yuppie rite of passage
I dropped by Starbucks this afternoon—you know, the one within the requisite 100 foot radius of my workplace—for my second cup of overpriced joe of the day. I’m basically addicted to coffee, and Starbucks is close, so I’m a regular customer. I talked to the cashier and his buddy for a bit while I paid. And then I realized it.
These guys kind of know who I am.
Which means, I think, that I’ve unwittingly undergone some sort of Yuppie rite of passage: having “your” Starbucks.
At this point, I’m pretty unhappy about this development.
May 31st, 2006 at 9:21 pm
Dear god that is so hilarious. I dont have a starbucks. I grind and brew my own. You should pursue a more financially friendly investment.