I need no overcoat. I’ve got my love to keep me warm.
And by “love” I mean a Starbucks Grande Soy Caramel Macchiato.
Yes, a grande. I hope this drink alone causes me to visibly gain weight.
At least I won’t have to double-cup like Twiggy at the condiment counter. If I ever become so temperature sensitive as to complain about both the chill in the room – that no one else feels – and the mild heat of my coffee cup – that everyone else enjoys – please reintroduce me to the cheeseburger.
Please also remind me that even though I paid a meal-sized fee for it, the fancy coffee in my hand is, in fact, not a meal.