Yesterday I got a particular hankering for Starbucks coffee. When my dear husband suggested I make coffee, I made it clear that not just any coffee would do. Indeed, not just any coffee, but Starbucks. When the idea was put forth that I could just go buy a refrigerated cappucino from the grocery aisle of Walmart, I refused it, too. "I want the experience, not just the coffee. The warm, friendly smells greeting me as I walk in the door. Someone asking for my specific, detailed order based on tastes unique to my palate. Then, when I hear those sweet words singing out my order, I relish that last breath before taking the first sip. It's not just that, either. The feel of the paper cup in my hand engages my senses.
Ah, America.
Sadly, my status as a newlywed college student who, although blessed by God, lives 20 minutes away from Starbucks, did not receive the 5-senses experience of Starbucks coffee... In fact, I probably won't for some time. Ah, America.
Ah, America.
Sadly, my status as a newlywed college student who, although blessed by God, lives 20 minutes away from Starbucks, did not receive the 5-senses experience of Starbucks coffee... In fact, I probably won't for some time. Ah, America.
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