Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The worst thing ever.

It was time for the girls to come back home. My dad I decided to meet halfway between our two cities. (Okay mine is a city, his is a town). Halfway in between is a Starbucks. Hurricane Ike really disturbed my Starbucks drinking. It has been days since my last sip of iced white mocha with non-fat milk. The whole drive, I sang a little song to myself. "I'm getting coffee...I'm getting coffee!"

I practically jumped out of the car before it was parked. I could SMELL the coffee.

"A grande iced white mocha non-fat, please."

The barista smiled politely. "I'm sorry ma'am, we are out of white mocha syrup."

The color drained from my face. Tears came to my eyes. What a mean, horrible thing to say to me.

3 comments:

Allie Bear said...

That is so mean, I wish I could send you some syrup. :(

I am Trish Marie said...

Yeah. It was a mean trick. I mean I drive all the way to Brenham for coffee, and they cheat me like that.

I did hear that there are four starbucks open here now. You think the lines there are anything like the gas stations???

rubyredruca said...

I love me those iced white mochas too. Sometimes I'll get the chai when I don't need that extra caffeine boost, but they always run out of the chai mix. So I feel your pain! Stupid hurricane!