Wow, I was at Starbucks today and some bitch in front of me snots to the barista, "Soy chai, no water. 130 degrees. *eyeroll* It
has to be 130 degrees." Okay, a) who the hell drinks chai tea with soy milk? b) 130 f-ing degrees? And then she haughts over to the barista making her tea and insists, "It
has to be 130 degrees." "180 degrees??" "*eyeroll* 130 degrees. I can't drink it unless it's 130." "Oookay then." *eyeroll* Seriously, what a bitch. First, after your top 3 layers of skin in your mouth have peeled away from the first 100 degrees, can you really tell if it's 130 degrees? Who can taste it at that point??? Nasty. *sigh* Only in the Pacific Northwest. Seriously.
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