
Last night I tried something that I have never done before. I know you people are going to think that I have been living in a cave for the past ten years or so, but I had my first Starbucks coffee yesterday.
I've had several doctor's appointments and tests done in the past two weeks and last night I had one with a cardiologist. Something abnormal had shown up on my stress test, so I had to go for a follow up. It turned out to be nothing serious.
Anyway, my doctor's office is located in the same parking lot as our local shopping mall, so Carlos and I decided to take a little stroll inside. As we walked by Starbucks I said "You know, I never had a coffee from here." So Carlos offered to buy me one.
What a way to celebrate having a healthy heart-a jolt of caffeine!
We went inside and I scanned the menu which seemed to be written in Latin. Then I saw some words I was familiar with.
"I'll have a pumpkin spice coffee."
"Tall, Grande, or Venti?"
"Which one is the smallest?"
"That would be the Tall."
"Okay, I'll have that size." By now I was getting funny looks from the artsy fartsy twenty-somethings behind me on line.
"Do you want a latte?"
"Yes please." (I honestly had no idea what that meant-I figured I would go for the true Starbucks experience.)
She mixed together my "latte" and handed me the "tall" cup which was actually pretty short. Carlos handed her $3.75.
That is one pricey little cuppa Joe! It's a good thing I had already seen the cardiologist!
Anyway, it was a pretty good cup of coffee, but coffee always tastes better to me when it's made by someone else. Carlos made sure I drank every drop.
So I may visit Starbucks again in the near future, probably while doing my Christmas shopping. That usually puts me in a zombie-like trance and a caffeine buzz should zap me back to life. But first I must brush up on my
latte lingo so I can order like the true coffee addict that I am. I might really splurge and get the Venti.