Starbucks

I love Starbucks. I admit it. Tonight in the quest for a couple of fish for my aquarium, I felt the draw of Starbucks a few blocks from the pet store. I'm sure my new fish didn't mind waiting in the car for a few minutes while I picked up my medium decaf in a grande cup with two Sweet & Lows and an inch of milk. As I waited for my freshly brewed cup, I spied these two seals stuck to the back of the espresso machine. Everything is always so cleverly merchandised at Starbucks. It makes me want to buy everything there. I'm sure they're just an evil empire, but I cannot resist the place. Even when I was in Paris I visited Starbucks.

Okay, you can admit it now that I've gone first -- you like Starbucks too. What's your poison?