The Starbuck's issue seemed to have touched multiple nerves in our not-so-secret society of malcontents...
I celebrated the response from the void with a home-made cup o' joe, milk, no sugar. I drank half of it in the car before I arrived at the diner this morning and proceeded to consume enough trans-fat and lipids to clog a garden hose. Have you ever noticed after a greasy diner breakfast, the urge to explode is so enticing that a three minute ride home to the home base loo is an eternity and then some? While my arteries may now be clogged, my G.I. tract most definitely isn't. It was like the scene in "Dumb And Dumber" crossed with the bathroom scene in "American Pie" with a bit of "Trainspotting" thrown in for more eurotrash credibility. I was quite surprised that no one mentioned the diuretic and laxative properties of Starbucks and other similar burnt-ashtray flavored varieties...