Wednesday, June 20, 2007

i want a SMALL!

Now, as good Starkbucks coffee can be (sometimes), they have unnecessarily complicated my life (and probably everyone else's life, too). I'm not even going to deal with the fact that they make you choose between a million different kinds of coffee, like decaf, macchiato, americano, skinny, ice, mocha, latte, and all that other useless stuff. I'll deal with that issue another time.

Remember the old days, when you asked for a cup of coffee and someone would say, "Large or small?" Well, apparently, "large" and "small," weren't good enough for Starbucks. So they come out with "short" and "tall." That was complicating, but it wasn't the end of the world.

So what went wrong? First, they introduced a new size above "tall:" "Grande!" So "grande" became large. Well, all of a sudden, "tall" became "medium," and "short" became "small." So if you asked for a "tall," you get a "medium." Well, I didn't want a "medium." I wanted tall! Tall is big! Right??

Then they added another size of drinks, a larger size than "grande." Now you can get a "vente!" (which is apparently Italian for "humongous"). And to make matters worse, after introducing "vente," you couldn't get a "short" aymore, because "tall" became"small!" I went in and asked for a "tall," and I got the smallest thing on the menu!

So every time I go into one of their stores, I end up having a fight with the poor guy or girl with the multiple piercings behind the counter. I say "I want a small iced coffee," to which they reply, "You mean tall?" "NO, I DON'T MEAN TALL! I said small and I mean small!" and I have to argue with the guy while the people behind me are getting annoyed and wanting to have me physically ejected from the store. So then I have to go down the street to Dunkin Donuts--where they still understand the words "large" and "small."

So here's my resolution: I'm going to walk into Starbucks from now on and I'm going to refuse to play their game. I'm going to refuse to use their obtuse nomenclature. From now on, I'm going to walk up to the counter and say, "Gimme two bucks worth," and when they say, "Do you want tall, grande, short, vente..." I'm gonna say, "you figure it out. Here's my two bucks, give me as much coffee as that'll buy." And if they have to fill the thing up three quarters of the way, or give me a cup and a half, that's what I'm going to get.

So next time you walk into a Starbucks...just walk up to the counter and say "give me a buck fifty's worth of coffee," and see what they do. It's kind of like Alice's Restaurant.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

1988 Chevrolet Sprint Hatchback Coupe 2D



Condition Value


Excellent
$550


Good
$475


Fair
$370


Wonderful.

Monday, June 18, 2007

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If That Phone Was Up Your Butt, Maybe You Could Drive A Little Better

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Friday, June 15, 2007

You never know how much you use a part of your body until it's painful to do so.

I never knew my shoulder was connected to so many parts of my body. I never knew I used it to complete so many tasks.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Things I like:

  1. Driving to another state
  2. Frisbee
  3. Dunkin' Doughnuts
  4. Wawa
  5. Cycling
  6. Hanging with friends
  7. Sleeping in

And in the past 72 hours, I have done all of the above.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Monday only reinforced my detest for drivers in this state. And I'm ready to go on vacation. Can't I just fast-forward life?

5 more days. I think I can make it.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Monday, June 4, 2007

crash [dummy]

I saw it coming. But there was no avoiding it. No escape. Cars to the left; pedestrians to the right. I had to go straight in and take it.

Fourteen seconds earlier, I was on my way to Blockbuster to return my overdue movie. My left hand rested on top of the wheel; my right hand lingered on the stick shift. My seatbelt ran from my left shoulder to the buckle and across my lower waist. My speed was in the high 20's.

Then I saw it. The green SUV pulling across my intended direction of travel. And all of a sudden, the little things that I thought mattted, didn't.

The stick smoothly slipped into second gear as my foot depressed the brake and I tried, to no avail however, to keep the tires from locking up on the slick pavement.

A myriad of thoughts ran through my head. From, "Why did you pull in front of me?", to, "I just fixed that engine."

IMPACT. And both vehicles stopped. I jumped out and ran to see if the woman I hit was ok. A little dazed, fortunately, she wasn't hurt at all.

And as emergency services arrived on scene, for just a moment, Tyler Durden's voice played in my head:
"You just had a near-life expierience!"