Dear Starbucks,
I love you and I devote a lot of my paycheck to you, but I have a complaint: When you see a stressed out girl come through your drive-thru and ask for a grande, non-fat, 2-pump, triple shot white mocha without whip, please, God, do not give me a tall cinnamon eggnog with whole milk.
You more or less ruined my 3 hour master's class when I discovered what you had given me.
Sincerely,
M
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