Oh god, not another pretentious hipster wannabe complaining about Starbucks...

So yesterday, I was chilling out at the cabin (the place where my band practices/hangs out, also known as my drummer's dad's house) when I decided I wanted some lunch.  The closest place was McDonalds, but Supersize me really freaked me out so I kinda swore them off.  The next best option was to get a big ass sandwich from my local grocery store/megamart deli.  I opted for that, got my sammich and some of that Arizona's Green Tea shit for my bandmates, then decided that a frozen coffee-like beverage would go really well with my big ass sandwich.  I was gonna head towards my friendly neighborhood independent coffee shop, but as I was walking out of the store I noticed one of those oh-so-convenient Starbucks stands RIGHT next to the door.

This was where I made my mistake.  In the interest of getting back to the cabin at a reasonable time, I decided to get a Frappecino from the evil coffee corporate overlords.  I walked up to the counter and asked for a "large caramel frappecino," to which the wage slave behind the counter abruptly replied "Oh, do you mean venti?"

Now, if I was truly as douchy as I present myself on this blog, I would've responded with something like "No, I meant large; this isn't some small family-run coffee shop in rural Italy, this is a coffee stand run by a faceless multi-billion dollar corporation at the entrance to a grocery store/megamart in the middle of the U. S. of A.," but since I'm actually a fairly nice/apathetic guy, I just said "whatever" and let her make the damn drink.

I guess the main point of this story is that a) Starbucks needs to get over that whole "pseudo-italian" thing with their drinks and b) Starbucks Frappecinos really aren't that good anyway, and I really should've just stuck with my friendly neighborhood coffee shop for my not-actually-coffee fix.

Whatever.

Peace out bitches.