March 24, 2008
There are literally one million Starbucks in the area around my house. Literally. Literally, one million. But I choose the one down on Fourth Street. It’s not that their overpriced coffee is better than the coffee at another franchise and it’s certainly not more convenient, as there are a few that are probably closer. I go there because of the tall skinny black guy who works the drive thru window every night. Why? Because every time I pull up to the speaker he ALWAYS says, “What can the master of the brew make for you?” That my friend, is awesome.