Sayonara Starbucks: A Tale Of Forbidden Love
Posted: Friday, September 26, 2008
by Laura Trahan
Despite being lured with your bold taste, sensuality and coolness, we can no longer meet together for that moment of pure bliss every morning. Yes, you have broken my heart with the cost of this love and I can no longer afford this affair.
This is a very, very cold reality that I am going to have to accept. It must be over. I can't imagine ever having peace as long as I meet with you every morning. Maybe one day we can meet again, but for now it is Sayonara Starbucks.
I love the feeling I get when they hand over that Grande White Mocha or the Grande Iced Caramel Macchiato. I love the coolness that oozes off of me as I walk out. That one Grande cup contains an image or representation of something I long to be. Not sure what that is, but it is something I believe I like.
It doesn't end there with this affair of the heart. The stuff inside those cups is like honey to the lips. It is sweet and energizing. It can be even more energizing for 50 cents more. It is this substance that leaves you wanting more and more.
I am not myself when we are apart or miss that morning rendezvous. I am moody, groggy and the headaches are never ending.
I must be strong! Apparently, if we keep up our relationship, I will be broke the rest of my life.
See, I started taking a finance class to actually one day truly have peace. My hope is to one day not need that cup of you each morning to get the image or feel the way you make me feel. I have found I can't have this sinful delight anymore.
I know. I know. You say that you are only $5 for this desire to be quenched. Plus you will reward me with discounts of half-priced drinks, etc. None of that matters anymore! I have seen the truth.
Apparently, if I took that $5 and invested it, I would have saved $150 after a month. If I had started investing at 12 percent at the age of 16 to the age of 76, I would have made $19,371,943. There is still hope despite me being old. So I have to leave you now.
Yes, I will wallow in my self-pity every time I drive by and see you at the street corner. But I will have to be strong and just wave. Forgive me if every once in a while I blow a kiss or hang out outside just to smell you. I will never forget you my Starbucks, but for now I have to choose the more important aspects of my life.
Sayonara Starbucks!
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Top-level comments on this article: (3 total)Hi Laura.Don't be too sad. These feelings will pass...as will the headaches. Soon you will be laughing at all the poor people who have not had your epiphany.But seriously, caffeine is a physical addiction. I'm all for getting rid of physical addictions to drugs. Well, all foods are full of "drugs," but you get my meaning, right? I told my mom for years about all the money she could save if she would just give up cigarettes. Of course part of that was self preservation...I am allergic to tobacco and was sick all the time when I lived in my mother's house. Now if I could just give up my addiction to sugar....I loved your article. It is full of wistful sadness. I could almost feel the longing myself. Cute and sensitive all at the same time.Dianne
hi laura,what a great angle to come to a story with. very clever and relatable.those "lack of caffeine headaches" are bad, i've had them. but then you have to wonder what could be good for you if withdrawal of it causes pain?however, wal-marts sells nice, jumbo coffee mugs, and you can get some french vanilla creamer, or one of your choice, and make your own to tote around with you. we'll keep checkin' on you! now i know what's been giving you such a brilliant smile :)carry on brave soldier,my best to you,sue
LOL! Your first class did you well!!!! For it was cup of Joe's--better than starbucks, I might add. hee,hee. I feel your pain :-)What a clever article, I hate to break it to you, but as you have been faithful, Mr. Starbuck has been cheating on you and playing you for a fool, so you are the wise one my dear friend. I will pray for your broken heart.
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