Generally I don't do coffee, the resulting migraines make it not quite worth the risk, and the entire coffee culture is really beyond me anyways. Sorry, or maybe I am not. I'm a "make it at home" green tea drinker. We visited a local Starbucks on Sunday, and it started outside the door, it was obvious that I did not fit in. Wrong clothes, wrong car, wrong attitude, and the wrong language. Felt like high school all over again. The new yuppies are invading our lovely locale. Everyone projecting this insouciant attitude, so unlike mine. This image conscious area of Ocean Park is being overrun lately with yoga pants, expensive runners, and Prada bags that lay cowering under the chairs. It just doesn't make me want to join in the fun. I had a coffee craving to fulfill, and I was on a mission. Turned out I was in the wrong lineup, asked for the wrong size, and didn't know the lingo. They actually put out a brochure explaining how to order your favorite beverage of choice. Maybe I should have studied up first, but all I wanted was a small coffee.
The line that sticks in my head is one from a article years ago touting the new drink lingo, a uninitiated coffee drinkers cheat sheet. A low fat soy latte to go, becomes a "double, dry, skinny soy puppy on a leash. " Make mine a green tea, I'll make it at home, thank you very much.