During four years working at my last company, I had a personal folder where I stored some pictures, notes, songs and whatnot. Sometimes, especially during crazy times, I used to open the folder looking for an instant mood booster. It worked most of the time. Among the files, there was the note I wrote to the Starbucks downstairs a long time ago. I didn’t get the chance to send it to them (does Starbucks get fan mail?), so I decided to share my open letter for Starbucks here.
Dear First Floor Starbucks,
I want to tell you that you make a difference in my life. Every morning I rush into my office building and be greeted by your brewing coffee. How did you find out that coffee smell makes me happy? My face brightens up. My mind shifts, from running through things to do in the morning to umm.. coffee. My mood is elevated and stays like that minutes ahead.
^^ I do realize I looked like a village idiot to the local for taking pictures in front of Starbucks.
Today I saw you come up with a summer drink. Something caramel with a hot air balloon picture in it. I like balloons, not so much for anything caramelized. I took the plunge and ordered it anyway, because why not? It’s summer!
Do you know that I never used to drink you before? I kinda hated you even. I thought you were too expensive and pretentious. “Too sweet for my taste”, that’s how I would refuse visiting you. All that was before Hulk reintroduced us by dragging me to meet you every weekend. Now? Well, you are still expensive! Let’s get that straight, but you became my luxury. I buy you occasionally and if it means cutting my budget thirty bucks a month somewhere else, I’m willing to do that, happily.
At times I run into you with my hair tied into a knot and super grumpy face. I mean grumpier than in the mornings because, well, I’m having a bad day at work. And you greet me with “Good afternoon, Mam”. I don’t particularly like being called Mam, but it is much better sounding than the whining that happens 30 floors up. And you always managed to make me feel calmer with that Grande Frappuccino of yours.
Let’s not forget rainy days, when nothing could bring my mood down and I’m having a swell time at work and decide that I should celebrate it with a toffee nut latte. It’s like a blanket. A warm, happy blanket.
I loved it when I got your reward cards on several occasions. It’s pretty and fancy looking. I love it more when I open my wallet to pay you, instead of parting my with dollars I just need to pass you the prepaid card. The best part is sometimes, when I least expect it, you reward me with a Venti of anything. That gesture is much appreciated during the week before my paycheck.
I do have a bone to pick with you though. Sometime ago, I asked you whether you had the pumpkin latte. And you laughed in my face! It hurt a little. I mean pumpkin’s widely available here, so I thought maybe you would have the damn drink as well. Ugh! But that one defeat is not going to stop me! Next time we meet I will ask you to make me a custom made drink, as elaborate as a triple Venti, sugar free, nonfat, no foam, extra caramel, with a whip caramel macchiato. But don’t worry, I won’t disturb you with the request in the morning, I know how busy you get during that time.
I also have one wish, to get a “Have a beautiful day” or “No one rocks neon pants better than you” type of message written on my cup. I know I am no Taylor Swift and I heard it’s not a culture here in Singapore. I suggest let’s make it a culture, because it is only a little more effort on your side, but it will make all of us oh so happy. Who knows, some of us might even write a song for you, ala Ms Swift.
^^ My name was written in a hurry while Talyor Swift got a smile face!
And before I go, I want you to hug and give you a big wet kiss for creating Peach Blossom Tea Latte. You do agree there is no better hot beverage than it don’t you? It’s like pink love, double rainbows and everything awesome in a cup for a fiver. I love you, you mermaid corporate giant. Thank you for making my work week morning.
Ps. When you read this, I will be in Brussels with chocolate in one hand and beer on the other one.