Why I Hate Starbucks
Wednesday 07/18/2007 6:19 AM (In the United Kingdom: 11:19 AM)
So I come up to the street at my new home Underground station, and I'm enamored with the sight of actual London -- not the airport parking lot or the backside of suburbs whizzing by the train window, but a bustling little street with a fresh fruit stand directly in front of me. I'm thinking how quaint and convenient and cool it is ... I'm thinking of little markets and local farmers and such stuff, even though I'm pretty sure that neither pineapples nor bananas are locally grown. But then I catch sight of a Starbucks sign in the background:
I mean, really: I travel 1/2 way around the world to be met with a Starbucks?!?!
I've been waiting at the B&B to get into my room, and I just got word that it is ready, so I'm off for now. Oh, but first, for Alex: here is a picture of the plane I took from New York to London:
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