My Personal Rebellion

I am not a really rebellious person.  I think I protested something once in my life but I think it had more to do with the fact that the protest occurred where I ate lunch every day rather than the fact that I felt I needed to exercise my right to freedom of speech.  It was a really good sandwich, by the way.

But there is one thing that I rebel against, every time I can.  I refuse to order my hot chocolate in some abnormally, confusing way.  I order a small hot chocolate with skim milk.  I do not order a tall or grande.  I don’t order a 12 oz.  I don’t order a skinny hot chocolate.  I refuse.  Sometimes I order an apple cider, but it is a small as well.  I refuse to learn the different sizes each coffee shop decides to choose.  If you cannot figure out which cup is the smallest one there, I will not buy a hot chocolate from you.  And if you cannot figure that when I am asking for skim milk, I want skim milk and you only understand the word skinny, then you are an idiot.

So that is where my rebellion lies.  And as I write this, I realize that I might be a tiny bit  boring.  Wait.   Some people who have memorized coffee orders might not understand the word tiny.  I might be a grande bit boring.  Or is it a tall?  I think we can all agree that it is a good thing I don’t drink coffee.

Maybe that can be my cause; but then some people might think I don’t like Colombia due to their coffee.  The world is just too confusing today.

I think that is what I will rebel against: confusion.  Which brings me back to my point of refusing to call the smallest cup in the joint a tall.  Wow.  I feel socially vindicated now.

Thank you for being a part of this.

2 responses to “My Personal Rebellion

  1. Starbucks does have its own language, doesn’t it? The NYTimes did a piece a year or so ago on the length of the orders…

    Mine’s pretty long and full of lingo: “Grande Non-Fat, No-Foam, Extra Hot Chai Tea Latte.”

    Don’t hate me.

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