i am convinced that starbucks puts something in their coffee that makes me addicted to it.
oh, it’s not the caffeine – it’s not that. i can go days without coffee [as i do on weekends], but as soon as i walk past the starbucks in my building, i get this insatiable desire for a cup of mud.
i think more than the mud, it’s the friendships i have with the baristas at the shop that have me addicted to going in. i enjoy the conversation that goes beyond the, “hi [so-and-so]. how are you today?”.
yes, i am addicted to the friendships at starbucks – that is the secret ingredient that they put in my coffee each and every time i walk in. it’s the not having to place my order to get my order that brings me back time and time again.
i can be ok with being a regular at starbucks. that i can handle.
now ask me about the time i became a regular at mcdonald’s that one summer back when, and i’ll deny it ever happening.