Waiting for my coffee had never been so incredibly dull! I stood in
Starbucks and the atmosphere was muggy and the clientele was typical of
a North Shore community in Milwaukee County. It was interesting yet
slightly creepy how the children of polished parents systematically
mirrored their elders in miniature form. Even more strange was the
seemingly out-of-place rumble of Harley Davidson motorcycles outside
the coffee house. What an odd and misplaced sound this was outside the
walls that house the usual buzz of mocha machines galore. Milwaukee is
so ridiculously odd in this sense! The privileged upper class wife
walks into Starbucks with her Prada sunglasses and Coach bag. She is
typically stoic and orders something I could never make let alone
repeat while her childrens' eyes grow wide looking at the cakes and
muffins for sale. Directly behind her in line are two Harley Davidson
riders clad in leather showcasing rough sneers across their faces. The
theme, however, is clear: no matter who you are you seem to need to
satisfy your hunger for an overpriced coffee. What do I have to say to
this? Hogwash! If you are going to spend your money carelessly, why not
do it in style?
I am far more entertained by small and
independently owned coffee houses than by large corporate chain
coffee houses. I am not entirely anti-corporation and I will willingly
admit to my passionate love affair with Starbucks' green tea lemonade.
But in general if I am going to be overcharged for coffee then I would
rather give my money to the upcoming successful independent business
owner. Call me a liberal even though I think Obama is a serious git who
only knows how to give well-rehearsed speeches. Call me a dreamer and
an anti-establishment supporter even though I have happily worked for
two large corporations in my lifetime. If you are going to call me
anything, friend, please just call me entertained. For I have discovered the wonders of a world with a lot less Starbucks involved.
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