ever thought about what your great-grandmother would think of you if she saw you today?
do.

Ok, so this is that absolute last time that I buy coffee downstairs. I mean, it's usually pretty bad but this is completely awful. So awful that I found it suitable to write a blog about. I'm one of those yuppies that drinks the nonfat vanilla latte, but this tastes like peppermint chai or something. I don't taste any coffee in it and frankly I can't drink it. And I would go complain about it but I honestly don't think anyone down there can make me a better coffee. Or put the money back on my card. Still. How much common sense is required to realize one must clean out the steaming pitcher before starting a new drink? Wow, I'm such a Seattle-ite.

There. That's my rant.