I have a problem. Some would call it an addiction. It started out innocently enough. I would only do it with friends. Then it progressed into something I did by myself. A couple times a month at first. Then more frequently. I told myself it was just a little pick me up and I didn’t need it but I deserved it. Soon, I was doing it every day. Often more than once.

I’m talking, of course, about my relationship with coffee.

I started pretty late compared to my friends and family. In fact, I didn’t start drinking it until I was 30. But boy, did I make up for lost time. Now everyone that knows me knows that I am an intolerable zombie without it. And while coffee is available at literally hundreds of different places, I choose Starbucks.

Why?

My father-in-law (a coffee purist) will tell you that they don’t have the best coffee. That may be true. But I’m not a connoisseur of the brewed bean. Simply a big (BIG!) fan. I’m a Starbucks devotee for a couple of reasons:

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