Separating the BS from the Apple Butter

            I’m ending my relationship five buck coffee.  What once was a harmless if pretentious exercise in conspicuous consumption has gone bitter.  It is now tainted with pretend corporate responsibility.  You can just see the two little kids at the sandbox talking: “Pretend there was this controversy,” says Kid 1.  “Yeah, and pretend like we cared,” chimes in kid 2. etc, etc, culminating in, “Let’s give a show!”

            (Here’s the apple butter.)  While people are silent about the voting rights and discrimination tragedies just dumped on our country, everybody wants to put on a completely artificial show against racism in (Here’s the BS!) the fake issue carnival of Paula Deen’s ancient use of “N” words.  Far as I’m concerned, apology accepted, issue closed.  And any of you foolish enough to discount workplace discrimination, and deliberate disenfranchisement ...may have a future in the high court.

            Back to the five buck coffee, when you add in all that cream, sugar, and camel hair extract or whatever, you can’t really tell whether it’s five buck or fifty cent coffee.  And good, unadulterated home made sippin’ java costs between  7 and 25 cents a cup.  So, travel mug it shall be.  But I’ll be careful where I buy that mug—there’s more than one way to ‘Live Better.’  And when the little speaker voice asks “What can I get you?”  I’ll tell it I don’t need anything, I just wanted to be in the line.  It’s my ‘me’ time.