I got a Starbucks gift certificate as a gift from one of our office vendors, so I took a walk over there for my free drink. I really like the cinamon dolce latte, but the extra sugar and fat is more than I can handle. That, and they never put enough espresso in the Venti (Grande & Venti both have double shots), so here's what I ordered:
Triple Shot Venti Low Fat No Whip Sugar Free Cinamon Dolce Latte.
I spit it out so fast that the lady behind the register just about fell over laughing.......
So I went to Starbucks the other day (my at-home "barista" was out of town at an Illini game), and I noticed something that I've never noticed before. Perhaps I'm just turning into an uptight old fart, but it really bothered me - the cashier licked her fingers before counting out my change from the register. Gross! Now I'm in this akward position where I have to either touch this saliva-coated currency or make a big stink about it in front of the rest of the patrons.
But then it got me thinking - have you ever really thought about where that cash has been before it ended up in the register? It could have been in some little kids' mouth for all you know. You could be walking around with whooping cough germs in your pocket right now!
Yet another compelling case for credit cards. (oh, and I took the germy change, in case you're curious - money is money, after all).
Somebody needs to create a car alarm that sounds like a woman screaming followed by a gunshot. I bet people would start looking then...........