March 08, 2006

And God Said, "Let There Be Starbucks," And Seattle was overrun

I don't drink coffee. But if I did, I would feel obligated to make Seattle my home. There are Starbucks EVERYWHERE. And, yes, I know this is a running joke, a joke that Lewis Black is pretty much identified with. But, I mean it, this city is, as near as I can tell, 80 percent Starbucks.

I shit you not. My hotel over the past three nights has been the Sheraton Seattle Hotel and Towers, and in the blocks surrounding my hotel, there are roughly 431 Starbucks. There are Starbucks within a half a block of another Starbucks. You could honestly sit an sip a latte in one Starbucks and gaze out the window and watch someone else sip a latte in a Starbucks just 100 feet away.

I would also like to note for posterity that my hotel was under construction during my stay, and those Goddamned workers were up and pounding and welding and pounding and working and pounding at exactly 6 a.m. every Goddamned morning. And do you know WHY they were up and working so diligently, and loudly, at 6 a.m. each morning?

That's right. . . fucking Starbucks man. fucking Starbucks.

Posted by Ryan at March 8, 2006 02:29 PM | TrackBack
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