Okay, okay. I know I’m completely buying into a marketing scheme here. And really, doing some advertising for a corporation that most certainly shouldn’t get my lovin’ for free.

Still.

THE RED CUPS ARE IN AT STARBUCKS!

And apparently I am Googlefamous for discussing it within a couple hours!

I have loved the red cups for years, long before I worked for the company and survived the mania that is Christmas at Starbucks.

The mania challenged it, really. But it could not conquer it.

Even if it really tried.

When I was working as a barista, I steamed more jugs of eggnog than anyone should have to in a lifetime, especially given that it smells like cat food after about 120 F.

I don’t even want to talk about the rich people giving me five minute lectures on how their children wanted their hot chocolate. Suffice it to say, even a child who can barely walk can apparently ask for extra whip and a milk temperature of exactly 107 F.

The really surreal part was selling thousand dollar espresso machines to people who continued to come in morning and night to buy their cuppa from me. This was a function of serving as my store’s “Red Apron”, which really means that I ran around trying to convince people that they needed more red and green mugs!

More! More!

Oh, well.

That’s ancient history.

And RED CUPS ARE NOW!

I wanted to have a gingerbread latte in my first red cup of the season, but I made the mistake of going to the Twilight Zone Starbucks, where the guy at the counter always thinks he knows my drink and starts making it when I walk in the door.

A different drink every time, mind you.

And never the right one.

But he seems so excited, I never have the heart to say NO I DON’T WANT THAT. Well, a couple times I have, but that’s just because he was trying to slip me some soy.

Which sounds wrong.

Anyway.

RED CUPS! WOO!