I got a little present in the mail the other day. I was expecting it, but I never realized how cool it would be. Ok, it’s really not all that cool, but I like it.
That’s a shiny, new Starbuck’s Gold Card, which basically means I buy WAY too much coffee from Starbucks. Honestly SB isn’t even my favorite coffee shop by a long shot, but it’s more convenient than Peet’s or even my local joint. I hit those up as often as I can, but SB is always there when I need them, the proverbial 7-11 of coffee joints (and yes, I do occasionally drink 7-11 coffee in desperate situations only).
So what does the card mean? Free shit, of course. That’s basically it, but it’s kinda neat seeing the face of the girl behind the counter when I hand her the flashy card. I’m sure she’s getting moist thinking about all the coffee I consume on a weekly basis, as if her goals in life have been met because of the purchasing power of one over-caffeinated man.
Hey, this is my golden fantasy world; let me dream for awhile.
