I have mentioned before that I generally have a single cup of coffee or tea in the morning, and maybe one diet coke in the afternoon. I like caffeine. Honestly, I’m ALL FOR caffeine, but I drink it rather sparingly. I am not a caffeine-all-the-time person, at all.
You also may recall that I am all about the bargain and, indeed, count my frugality and deal-sniffing abilities amongst my finest talents, so it’s very rare that I partake of “fancy” coffee because GOOD LORD, $4 for something I can make at home for a quarter? SERIOUSLY?
Nevertheless, it remains a truth of life that sometimes you simply must have A Fancy Beverage out and about, and I try to deal with that as best I can.
This morning I had the good fortune to meet up with Stephanie at a local Starbucks to just sit and enjoy the gorgeous morning and gab. And drink coffee. It was lovely, and it wasn’t until several hours later that I realized that sometimes, being bargain-minded and a caffeine lightweight just don’t mix.
To wit: If I’m actually going to spend the money (and here’s the funny part, it wasn’t even my money! I had a gift card!) on the fancy coffee, I am apparently smart enough to know that I don’t need a Venti (that’s Italian for “big-ass”), but the price difference between the Tall (“small”) and the Grande (“neither small nor big-ass, Goldilocks”) is small enough that the dealhound in me demands that I go for the Grande because I am convince that it’s a BETTER VALUE.
I am here to tell you that it’s not a better value if the Grande is roughly equivalent to twice my normal daily caffeine intake, and I cannot stop babbling or VIBRATING for the rest of the morning.
If you see Stephanie wandering the streets of Georgia this morning, looking dazed and confused and bleeding from the head? It’s because I talked her ears off. Whoops.