I have such memories of you, Starbucks. You picked me up when my kids were determined to drag me down. All night they would scream and cry when they were babies. You were there for me every morning. You didn’t care if I had forgotten to brush my teeth. You never mentioned the disarray of my appearance. You just made me warm all over. You gave me the spring I was missing in my step. What a pal you’ve been.
But, Starbucks, I have to tell you something. Please. Please sit down. Eh hem.
No, no, no don’t get upset. It’s not you. It’s me. Really. You didn’t do anything wrong. Your venti pumpkin spice latte with whipped cream on top is the tastiest coffee treat this side of heaven. Heck, it might even be a drop of heaven in a cup. All steamy warm and delicious. Your chai tea lattes are even better. There is no word worthy enough to describe their sweet and spicy greatness. I heart you. I truly do.
But here’s the thing.
There are these kids that live thousands of miles from you and me. You see, they have no shoes. For what it costs me to sip your flavory wonders I could buy them 2 pairs of shoes. Yes. I know. See I told you it’s not you. You are fantabulous.
But you’re fired.
At least for a little while.
There will be others. Yes, Starbucks, there will be plenty of women who will replace me. Some are giving birth right now as we speak. Hundreds of them. Thousands even. You’ll forget me soon enough.
Good bye Starbucks. I heart you too.
So how will
you spend your
5 bux today?
How about like this