Why does walking into Starbucks feel like walking into one of the nine circles of Hell? Do we really need five thousands flavors of coffee? Will the world perish without them all? Can the dipshit in front of me put his phone away for five seconds? Is this the official hangout spot for assholes? Can they at least put up a sign letting people know? I have so many questions.
Violet, this is worse than your dad sending me to get him coffee and then me not remembering what the hell he wanted.