I started seeing my ex, Starbucks, last week. Things were looking up. My drinks were usually right. And when they weren't, I grew some b@lls and sent them back. (Um, I have no idea why that is a link. I swear I haven't been googling balls. I hope it doesn't transform you to some shady balls material. Unless that's what you're looking for...then click right on over.)
As a matter of fact, things were going so well that he knew what I wanted before I even had a chance to order. These days it has been a grande, iced, non-fat raspberry mocha, no whip and 2 boxes of organic apple juice. I have to admit, I was hopeful that our relationship was back on track.
Then the bomb dropped.
MY Starbucks, the one built LAST YEAR, the only one within 30 miles of me...is closing. *sniff* That's the first time I have written it. Seeing it written out makes it even more real. I had heard the news stories of Starbucks closing over 600 stores. I wasn't surprised. There are like a hundred in the big cities. Oversaturation...I get it. But, MY STARBUCKS? In my tiny little town? The only Starbucks near me? I can't believe it.
I blame myself. I fear my temporary break-up had something to do with it. How else do you explain it? Sigh.
So for now, I am spending extraordinary amounts of money and consuming extraordinary amounts of extra calories to prepare myself for the bitter end.