Here's to Starbucks Snobs

"I don't need it," she says.
So she continues driving in the lane to go home.
Moments later her blinker is on.
She is now in the lane to make a right turn instead of the lane she should really be in headed for home.
"I don't need it! I don't need it!"
And once again she is back in the lane to go home, where she of course should stay.
"But I want it"
So she looks over her shoulder quickly to find a truck is in her Blindspot and she can't get over.
So she stays in the lane to go home. Seconds from her house she is weak and screaming.
"I want it!"
So she makes a U-turn feeling defeated yet exhilarated.
A minute passes.
"Hi, can I get a venti iced carmel macchiato upside down with only 3 pumps of vanilla."
"That will be [a thousand dollars] and 25 cents, we'll see you at the window."

My mom, sister and I are now at the point that our drinks are often being made before we order. The employees feel like family and the manager is my daughters designated Niña Marilyn. They were even invited to my sister's wedding. Had I not been living in Washington when my mom and sister started going there all the time, they would've been invited to my wedding also. SO I want to say thank you to the Von's Starbucks employees on Central an Riverside Ave for being amazing and always being there for us. Marilyn is an incredible manager and frankly, she's family to me. Even my 5 month old baby looks for her now.

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