The red mist descends...
We have a cafe at work. Just that, a cafe. It has one of those chrome coffee making machines but it's staffed by the usual local 'gert lush, me luvvaaaaaaa' Bristolians.
My point is that it's not a Starbucks. It's a caff, a soss'n'eggs sarnie in the morning, greasy spoon caff.
I overheard one of the 'new media department' today as she ordered a:
"Tall skinny latte"
Seriously, die now. Die horribly. Of Ebola or something. Just. Die.
posted by Red Squirrel @ 2:12 pm
5 Comments:
Take pity on her - she has been brainwashed by Starbucks.
Puss
Tall skinny latte?
Is that a new street word for "transvestite"?
puss - she'll be brainwashed with a baseball bat if she says that near me again. Especially since the cafe has one size of cup and has never allowed semi-skimmed past it's doors....
gb - it darn well should be.
This new coffee nonsense is (to me) akin to creationism. Enjoy your strawberry skinny decaf frappachino as much as you want, just never mention it in public.
ROFL @ Gorilla Bananas!
Argh I HATE THESE PEOPLE! Then again I feel out of place when I go into Starbucks.
It's like, 'I only want a coffee...' and it's like a freakin' coffee Ikea.
Thank God for the free coffee machine here. Hardcore stuff. :P
elle - coffee is horrible anyway :)
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