Gaaaah. Thought I would treat myself this morning to a grande Americano with 'pouring cream' at Strbuks this morning. So I line up, tell the girl my name (HATE that) and ask for cream. Watch as her eyes widen and she scuttles off to check that they do, in fact, offer that monstrous, fat-laden item. Wait in line with 67 other people all orders g triple shot skinny lattes with extra syrup
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Get to the front of the queue, pick up my drink, check with the barista that it does indeed contain CREAM. Walk to office.
Sit down at desk, take swig of grande americano with CREAM. .
Realise I'm drinking plain black coffee. Weep.
FFS. It's CREAM. Just CREAM. I'm not asking for them to add the freshly-squeezed dew of a thousand mountain lilies. I bet the calorie-counters got their skim milk with no problem.
AIBU? 