I have an addiction. I keep my addiction well hidden, seriously, you would never even realise I have one!
I am addicted to…… yep, you guessed it, Starbucks.
Its been a whole 8 hours since I had my last fix.
Have you ever stood in the queue and listened to someone order a succession of words that eventually appear at the end of the production line as a drink? Well, that’s me. Me and my “tall skinny caramel macchiato with cream to take away please”. (yes that’s right, I ordered skinny and the asked for cream!) .
The lovely gentleman in Starbucks (yes he recognises me!) tries to convince me that I might as well just have full fat milk as the calories saved is probably the equivalent to half a digestive biscuit. I cant taste the difference though so continue to order a skinny and convince myself that I have “earned” a cake with the saved calories.
Toffee Nut Latté
Sorry, I got side tracked by the coffee goodness.
I will visit the town centre and pay for parking simply to get my Starbucks fix. I will waste my entire lunch break fighting through the traffic just to get a steaming hot cup of this frothy goodness. I have bribed Snaffles into going by calling it the “glass of milk shop”.
The true extent of my addiction came on red cup day. I was fairly certain of which week the red cups would start but desperate times called for desperate measures. Google was not my friend that day and my need for a gingerbread latté was growing by the day. I had to take the bull by the horns and called the local Starbuck ahead of my visit for confirmation that a Gingerbread latté would be available!
One day my heaven will arrive , it will come in the guise of a drive through Starbucks.