My Drink

I am addicted to coffee, or maybe just the culture. I think everyone I know has either been a barista, a shareholder in Starbucks or thinks they have their own personal drink that no one else orders. I feel like in Seattle you no longer sit down to a meal to share in conversation, but you sit down to the cup of coffee of your choice. I prefer to share meals, actual meals, not a coffee and a scone. For some reason the concept of coffee just seems to protray a short period of time, rather than a salad, entree and dessert. But for some reason, I still love coffee.

The type of coffee you order also seems to somehow say something about you. You are not going to find a teenager walking into Starbucks and ordering a tall drip with no room. You are also not going to find a corporate business man ordering a grande, half-shot, non-fat, no sugar orange mocha.

My drink is a tall non-fat latte. It pretty muchs says I am boring but it is good. I like them because I don't get tongue tied when I order it, and the plain taste is somehow comforting. But my real point is, we claim identifying marks in order to symbloize we belong. Maybe I am taking this too far, but the other day a barista called my drink as reduced fat instead of non-fat. I didn't respond, that was not my drink. Eventually she told me it was mine and I went on my way with cup in hand, but I laughed to myself and thought "is this really so ingrained in me?" Who really knows, maybe a new culture will come along and sweep us up, but until then, I must admit I am just a member of this culture, loving my drink.