Mochaholic

Today is Wednesday, which means I had Health class this morning. And since Health is a boring, unnecessary subject that any idiot with common sense can pass without trouble, it takes a lot of effort for me to pay attention through class.

Effort -> read as 'coffee'.

Every Monday and Wednesday before Health, I go to Starbucks and order my usual: a Grande Peppermint White Mocha and a blueberry muffin. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I mean, routine is a good thing, right? And peppermint white mocha is pretty much the only flavor of Starbucks goodness that I like. So naturally, I headed in there this morning and waited patiently in line for my daily fix.

Except as I walked in, I heard the cashier announcing, 'We're out of Grande cups, peppermint syrup, and white mocha.'

Me: ...But... but... -head explodes-

But I steeled myself, took the next best thing, and grabbed a Venti Hot Chocolate, which, may I point out, doesn't have NEARLY as much caffeine and isn't NEARLY as tasty. Needless to say, as I walked out of Starbucks, I was... annoyed. (Read as 'VERY, VERY AGITATED'.)

So of course I did the only thing I ever do in these situations that threaten to detonate the H-bomb in my skull: whined to Caitie. (And David, but he just laughed at me, because he's a JERK.)

(note: this is an exact transcript of our conversation.)

Me: D: they were out of my white mocha coffee! -has seizure-

Caitie: Calm down. Breathe. Now, grab your knife, and demand to know who bought the last one. Once you know, go mug them. If you hurry, you still have a chance.

Me: D: I don't have time to mug someone, I have an exam in ten minutes!

Caitie: Holy cats! (yes, she really said that.) Try the cinnamon dulce latte! Try the earl grey tea! Something!

Eventually we decided that after my test, I needed to go pillage and burn the Starbucks to the ground, and pour my untold wrath upon the unsuspecting employees. EKU students, I hope you're not too attached to that store. It might take them a few months to rebuild.