Something inside of me is devastatingly intimidated by Starbucks.  It may sound silly, but every time I walk to the counter I feel like I’m back in college and about to take a test that I haven’t studied for at all.  The server stares at me in anticipation, impatiently awaiting what should be no less than a 16 word description for a cup of coffee:

“I’d like an upside down, half-calf, no foam, caramel macchiato with two shots of espresso and a side of pizza.”

Should coffee really be this complicated?  I have no idea what that last sentence even means...except for the pizza part.  That I am quite familiar with...

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