Death by Starbucks
Hi,
I'm so annoyed.
Starbucks just opened up in front of my workplace three weeks ago. I was really good on the first week. No macchiatos, no frappuccinos, nothing! That's pretty good considering they are right across the street from where I work ...no more than 10 steps away (20 for little people like me). Every morning is a temptation.
I was doing soooo well that last week I decided to treat myself with a macchiato. And boy was that ever a delicious idea, even more so when they gave me double samples of their quadruple fudge brownie. No worries, they were low-fat.
They must have put something in their fudge because I keep coming back. Yesterday, I purchased a tall macchiato and an F3 - fruit, flax and fibre scone. I thought that that would cancel out the macchiato (in terms of calories), but then again, the scone was enormous!! It should have been called F3 - fat to the power of 3. I went to Starbucks again this morning even though I wasn't hungry. Right then I realized that they got me good. And that's when I said, "Hey, hey, hey hey, what's going on???!!!"
So I bought a tall no sugar non-fat hazelnut latte and another F3. I can play tough. They can have my money, but my goodness, they're not going to make me fat. But somehow, they've detected my strategy. The lady had 'mistakenly' given me a cinnamon swirl. I went back to tell them that they gave me the wrong pastry and so the guy gave me my F3. Just as I was about to do the exchange and tell him that he can take that cinnamon swirl and shove it up his _____ , he said with a plastic grin, "Oh, you can keep the swirl". I said, "Okay!" and skipped out of Starbucks.
So here I am, writing this blog, eating my scone and cinnamon swirl, making sure that the crumbs aren't falling in between the keys on my keyboard, and washing it down with my $5 coffee. Oh splenda.
The moral of the story is, too bad people are not coffees. Because then people would call me tall.
Okay bye,
Bless
PS: I'm get-ting mar-ried, na na-na boo-boo! Pfffbbbttttt.