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Sunday, May 14, 2006

Corporate Whore

Usually, I remember to differentiate between Starbucks terms and other terms. Unfortunately, when I went to the Borders on University this afternoon, I was so taken aback by the absense
of Vanilla Bean coffee, that I just panicked and reverted to asking for a "tall."

That faux pas wouldn't stand apparently. Like many times before, I had to hear the "I don't understand what 'tall' means" speech.

I feel bad about my Starbucks habit. I realize that it makes me corporate slime. I just really really like franchises. I'm so ashamed. I don't feel comfortable in these smaller, independently-owned coffeehouses. I feel like the vibe there has already been established and IT DOESN'T WANT ME!

So, at least at a franchise, I feel a little more anonymous.

Which makes me corporate scum. Again, I know.

Anyway, this was a Border's. It's not like they're some independently-owned beacon of mom-n-poppiness.

Yes, I feel your disapproval. I felt the whole store's.

Comments on "Corporate Whore"

 

Blogger Alex said ... (7:57 PM) : 

Haha...I must admit, I am quite partial to my iced tall decaf soymilk caramel machiatias...

 

Blogger Jamie said ... (9:48 AM) : 

I can't believe they said that to you! I would have been a bitch and made them feel like idiots. Caramel machiatos forever!

 

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