All right, I wasn't going to say anything, but things are just outta control.
There are now three Starbucks in my neighborhood...three!
All with in a 2 block radius, people.
And I am here to tell you, that's just not acceptable.
There is the one on the corner - just up the block. Then there's the other one in the homogenized-super-bookstore on the corner just up the other block. And then, across the street from the bookstore Starbucks ? That's right, they just opened a brand new shop ... just across the street.
Oh, I know what you are thinking, "oh yeah, ann-frank, you're totally cutting edge 1999 with your smarmy anti-Starbucks jokes. Whatís next Ė an O.J. knock-knock?"
And I know, this is true. But I've been keeping it to myself - I was givin' them a chance. I just wasn't this annoyed before. I was willing to let it slide. I was living to call a truceÖlive and let live, roll out the barrel , whatever.
But this past weekend was just too much. I am not exaggerating when I say, Saturday morning, every other person (they travel in packs, or in pairs, but never ever alone, these Starbucks patrons) was walking around with some kinda Venti/Grande half cap low fat cup of something concoction in their hand - sporting it like the latest accessory from the Banana Republic catalog.
I am not kidding. I wish I were kidding. But the street were swarmed with droves of these people with these enormous coffees in their hands like there was some prop guy tucked away somewhere, handing out cups. There were just that many. It just didn't look possible. It looked staged - like the Truman Show.
In other news, there were some really purty flowers waiting for me outside my door when I got home tonight.
They were from neighborboy. He was appologizing for possibly ruining the laundry privileges (see 2 posts ago).
Yeah, yeah, I know. It was just some obvious stereotypical man-ploy.
Like a secret recipe. Flowers+women= hush, hush, letís not talk about what an ass I am.
Well, I am here to say Ė I am onto you neighborboy! You donít fool me!
But gosh darn they are pretty Ö and itís been so long since Iíve gotten pretty flowers.
How long? Well, letís just say, I donít even have a proper vase for them.
That beautiful fall bouquet are currently perched on the kitchen table in an Ö old Classico © Spaghetti sauce jar.
Yeah, I said it.
But you know, it gives Ďem sort of a rustic charm.
oh yeah, Happy Halloween, loves!