Tonight, while working at the Starbucks, a customer came through the drive-thru and ordered an Ice Tall Passion Tea Lemonade with an added Shot of Espresso. Which would probably taste like "Indian food wrapped in a baby's diaper." The costumer confirmed the order, happily paid and drove off.
Amazed that someone enjoys a drink like this, we decided to make one and have a taste. And after one sip, I almost gagged to my death. It tastes like ultra smooth throw-up from a meal consisting of eggs, hotdogs, two cloves of garlic and gasoline.
Shortly after that, I made a wager. A co-worker and I each put down 5 dollars for the person to drink a venti (24 oz) version of this shite drink. Which would have three shots of espresso and a lot more lemonade. Immediatly announcing the bet, another barista said she would do it for 10 whole dollars. And she did. She drank a venti version of liquid shite for 10 clams.
Mad props Emily, mad props.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
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Brave soul!
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