You might start to think this is an addiction, because it is. It’s 3:30PM here in Paris and I’m currently drinking my 4th cup of coffee of the day, it being a Grande Americano at Starbucks. Before that, I had 2 cups of homemade coffee using a French press (thanks to my fiancée showing me how to operate the thing, then actually operating it), then a long coffee at Prêt à manger on the way to Starbucks. And it’s probably not the last one of the day either: drink at least 5 cups of coffee a day, I believe the saying goes, right? Yeah, this is my life, and don’t you dare judge me for it (or else I’ll tell everyone about your M&M’s habit — this is aimed at no one in particular: you know who you are).
And so, yesterday afternoon, as I was — naturally — sitting at Starbucks getting my daily coffee fix, I eventually got finished with my Americano, no matter how Grande it was supposed to be, and had to get back to the counter to order a second round. Ever since I quit drinking alcohol, this is arguably my most reckless food or beverage related kind of behavior (excluding cake), but that’s OK: I went back to the gym yesterday. And, as the other saying goes, as long as you go to the gym at least once a year, you’re good.
Anyway, back to Starbucks. In theory, I don’t even have to stand up to order coffee there anymore: because everyone knows me in that place, all I have to do is raise my hand and someone will bring me another Americano. But, because I use a reusable cup (that’s because I’m both eco-friendly and cheap: you get a discount if you do that) and also because I still have an ounce of human decency (at times), I decided to get up and order in person.
Me: Hello, it’s me again!
Barista: Hey GH. Let me guess, Grande Americano?
Barista: OK… You can tag your phone app now… [obviously, I have the app]
Barista: Thanks. And don’t worry, you won’t be paying this one.
Me: Thanks… Why, though, if I may ask?
Barista: I counted it as refill.
They have refill?!?!?!