Well said ... a very accurate portrayal of your typical (winter male edition) Starbucks coffee drinker.
I've been around awhile, long before Starbucks, and in spite of their proliferation I can count the number of times I've visited a Starbucks on one hand.
I think I’ve darkened the threshold of a Starbuck’s a half dozen times; my last visit was in 2000.
After waiting in line twelve minutes, I had the pleasure of arguing with a fetus behind the counter exactly how an “espresso americano” was made, did not get what I ordered, and was overcharged.
I’d rather pay a hobo to make me coffee in a soup can over a buffalo chip bonfire.
Also, you have to roll your eyes at a place that replaces “large” with “grahn-day.” Give me a break.