So, after depositing my meager paycheck, I popped into Starbucks and ordered, out of morbid curiousity, the Gingerbread Latte. Now, look, I got no problem with the syrups of the vanilla and chocolate nature - they make sense, but the fact that she pumped something and liquid that's supposed to be like gingerbread came out was tres disturbing.
"Um. Is that...gingerbread juice?" I asked.
"Kevin, eet iz syrup." She responded in her husky euro-voice.
"Oh, big difference."
"Eef it zuckz, I will make you ze peppermint mocha. Or zee eggnog latte. Free." (Do you see why I love this particular outlet of the corporate beast?)
It's on my desk now, sucking massively, but I don't want her to try either of them on me. I like the basics, maybe a mocha on occasion, and the idea of "eggnog" and "latte" being wihin, oh, 20 characters of each other, makes me shiver.
"Um. Is that...gingerbread juice?" I asked.
"Kevin, eet iz syrup." She responded in her husky euro-voice.
"Oh, big difference."
"Eef it zuckz, I will make you ze peppermint mocha. Or zee eggnog latte. Free." (Do you see why I love this particular outlet of the corporate beast?)
It's on my desk now, sucking massively, but I don't want her to try either of them on me. I like the basics, maybe a mocha on occasion, and the idea of "eggnog" and "latte" being wihin, oh, 20 characters of each other, makes me shiver.
