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:: Sunday, July 18, 2004 ::

starbonics
 
I'm sitting at a cafe going over some notes for tuesday's exam, when the gentleman at the counter puts in his order:
 
"One double tall soy chai latte, no whip, please."
 
Then the woman immediately behind him steps up and utters: 
 
"a non-fat triple grande macchiato, no foam, extra whip".
 
That's when I sat there shaking my head at the sad state of affairs in ordering a simple cup of coffee.  To the infrequent cafe goer, I can only imagine the bewilderment they must feel in hearing these orders for the first time.  It's become a foreign language and going to a cafe now requires a masters degree in linguistics prior to ordering a simple cup of joe. 
 
What happened to the good old days when ordering a cup of coffee meant simply choosing between "small", "medium" or "large"?  Now, instead of small, we have "tall"; instead of medium - "grande"; and "venti" substitutes for large.  It's liken to ebonics - "Starbonics"if you will.  It's as if yuppies felt excluded during the whole ebonics craze and to make up for it, created a language all their own.
 
I'll say this much: if World War III ever materializes and we're in need of wind-talkers, screw the Native Americans.  Simply head down to the corner (ANY corner) and recruit a couple of thirty-something, ivy-league white chicks.

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