You know you're addicted to the Starbuck's iced-green tea latte when you're willing to borderline get your ass kicked by a Black guy with a grill whom you've just mouthed off to while waiting in line for over twenty minutes just to sip the sweet sweet goodness. For the record, he left the store and my friend and I just stood there. Baffled.
You know you're addicted to the Starbuck's iced-green tea latte when the woman behind you in line already has a venti coffee, but by the time she actually gets to the register she'll be ready for another one.
