From literarystarbucks.tumblr: Edgar Allan Poe goes up to the counter and orders a coffee. For the next two hundred years, everyone argues over exactly what it is he ordered; they can’t agree, all they know for sure was that he definitely ordered something. George Orwell goes up to the counter, looks around suspiciously, and leaves. He only drinks coffee from independent shops. Lady Macbeth goes up to the counter and sees three female baristas intently hovering over the espresso machine, chanting something unintelligible. She decides to order a Passion tea and proceeds to spill it all over her clothes and hands. She runs screaming to the bathroom. The three baristas cackle in uncanny unison.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 00:11:12 +0000
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