There are certain things I hold to be sacrosanct:
- Everything is, in fact, better when it sits on a Ritz.
- The love of a good beagle.
- The people in the J. Crew catalog are paid assassins.
- A votive candle really does class up the joint.
- If I order food or beverage from someone behind a counter wearing a silly hat and coordinating silly apron/smock, it will be GOOD.
So I'm getting ready to settle in this afternoon for some writing (side note: I'm currently knee-deep in a rewrite of my novel, which is why I'm behind on my blog commenting - I'm so sorry!) and I figure before I get started I'll trot up to my little coffee satellite store which is conveniently tucked into my local Albertson's grocery store #1097 and get strung out on caffeine as is my routine.
Keepin' It On The Down-Low
Now, I don't want to blurt out the name of this coffee kiosk place because one day, when my name is spelled out in
So, in order to keep things nice and fuzzy, I'll call this place, say, Strawducks.
And, just to paint you a picture, imagine the people there wearing
I Am Victimized
So I'm standing in line, preparing to order my usual - a
And then I see the chai latte on the menu. I am intrigued. I've had chai once before - at an Indian friend's house when her parents were visiting from Bombay - and it was delightful. I mean, I really loved it.
Come to think of it, I could totally go for a chai right now! I could so totally go for one, in fact, that I order a
Sure I'd only had a chai once in my life and it was lovingly hand-prepared by a native-born, lifelong chai practitioner and enthusiast. Nevertheless, I just knew this drink would rock. I mean, the young lady behind the counter was wearing a jaunty yellow hat - how could I go wrong?
So now they are going to sloooowly bring the steamed milk to the ideal temperature of - what? It's ready? Oh. Okay, thanks. [Wow - it took a lot longer when my friend's mom made it.]
I walk out with my freshly assembled chai. I'm pumped. I'm psyched. I'm stoked.
And then I taste it.
Sweet Godmother of Wilma Flintstone what is IN this?!? Immediately my tongue dons a little turtleneck sweater of protection and I start doing my impersonation of a dog who's just been given a spoonful of peanut butter.
I sniff the drink and it yields the aroma of a pinch of bergamot sprinkled into a milky broth in which three [sniff] no, make that four lacrosse players have been simmering their feet for most of the afternoon.
WTH?!? I order a drink from a person behind a counter wearing a funny hat and it SUCKS? What's next - bad gas station hot dogs? Sacre bleu!
The delightful MuseSwings has done me the honor of creating a Mii that looks just like, well, me! And she linked it to my Wii Tennis post, which I greatly appreciate. Thanks so much, MuseSwings!
And thanks to The Rambler (who reports that it's a bikini-unfriendly 60 degrees in Hawaii right now - yow!) at My Rambling Thoughts who laid this one me - awesome: