First off, I’ll link to my lucky charm. Then I’ll comment anon.
Anon: with the demise of one of the best local coffee shops, I’ve been forced back to a Starbucks for afternoon fare. Not that I mind, it’s one of those rare places that actually performs as part of the local community. It’s a happy place, with shining faces, run by Sagittarius and her Sagittarius – as well as Gemini – minions. Odd Aquarius and Scorpio in there. But a lot of Sagittarius and Gemini. That’s good, high on my entertainment factor, and close to my own heart.
In part, it’s a well-run store. In part, they do sell music, unlike most Bucky’s, the place has bin after bin of new CD’s. Nice touch. Same coffee that so many people are loyal to, not that it matters, not my favorite. However, a double short non-fat cappuccino is a good call when it’s early or cold. And when it’s hot, a double on the rocks, two shots of the machine-based espresso, not really hand-pulled at all, over ice, and as the afternoon wears on, the ice melts and the leftover espresso becomes cold coffee. With a certain acrid, bitterness.
Like the taste of the “frequent flyer” discount.
I did get a “Starbucks Card,” and I did register it online, at the behest of that Sagittarius manager. And so far, I’ve received nothing. No bonuses, no gimme hat, no free T-shirt. One of the morning crew did hand me a bag of Italian Roast coffee, for home purposes. I suppose what I do in my own domicile is certainly a private affair.