I used to mock people who went to Starbucks.
“It’s overpriced,” I’d say.
“Who’d pay $4 for a cup of coffee?” I’d ask.
“Do people realize how stupid they sound ordering a ‘venti half double decaf caramel macchiato no foam?'” I’d inquire.
Says the person who just paid $4 for a grande skim no-foam latte.
What’s happened to me?
I used to be such a normal guy. I barely recognize myself.
Is there group therapy for this?
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I celebrated the end of Passover yesterday with a disgusting display of carbohydrates. An Entemann’s cinnamon danish (440 calories), chocolate (one godiva, one almond M&Ms), coffee (just regular ol’ joe), peanuts, and cheez-its. Basically an entire box of cheez-its. Hey, it’s not all bad. It “contains 100% real cheese.” Made with skim milk, even. Of course, on the ingredients, it lists cheese right after “vegetable oil (canola, cottonseed, palm, sunflower, and/or partially hydrogenated soybean oil with TBHQ for freshness).”
I don’t know which is worse, the list of oils, or the “and/or,” which tells me that they’re not even sure which oils are in there.
Oh, and I looked up “TBHQ.” It’s tert-butylhydroquinone. A preservative for fats. Which probably is as disgusting as it sounds.
And I learned something else. There’s such a thing as too much information.
Because I really wanted to know the chemical composition looked like this:
Actually, no, I didn’t.
Although, there must be a joke to be made somewhere about the “Ho” on the left, and the “Oh” on the right.
But I guess I haven’t had enough of my grande no-foam skim latte to reach for it yet.
Have I mentioned that I really hate all-day, everyday meetings? I’m sure you professionals out there know what I’m talking about. I’m on day 1 of 3 1/2 days of all-day meetings. I have a little break right now, but I have to go back in any minute now.
If my posts are fewer and farther between, now you know why. Meetings kills brain cells faster than any other method I know.