Starbucks (PG-13)


I like coffee- iced and blended with chocolate syrup. It may cost me 4.17 for a Venti, but when it tastes this good, I will happily handed over my abe lincoln and tip them with the change. The people at Starbucks are perky, almost too perky, as if they have been sampling the merchandise a little too often. When I first walked into this room, I suddenly felt enchanted, not unlike Edmund and Lucy might have felt when they were in the enchanted forest in "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe". I needed to use the bathroom in this magical place, and so I proceeded to the facilities. Even in this small 8x8 room, with it's half-formica-d walls in soothing browns and ballroom golds, I felt a feeling of peace. I wondered if this entire place had been designed by some Asian that was skilled in the Art of Feng Shui? Perhaps. As I was standing there I always have a habit of looking to the ceiling to see if there are concealed video cameras. I have heard so many stories about hidden cameras in hotels and everywhere else that I feel the need to always scope every vent, and then, I like to make faces, just in case there is indeed a camera. Sometimes I pepper the faces with expletives, sometimes I just stick out my tongue. If I am going to end up on the internet, then I am going to atleast have some smarmy knowing look on my face. And by the way, I was just kidding about the expletives- this site is rated G- or PG except for that one picture in my Random Crap album- I guess that picture is PG-13.