Awhile back I posted about the evil Starbucks breakfast sandwich that I encountered… how I was tricked into thinking a Portobello Mushroom Piadini would be nothing but a little bit of light tasty goodness, while it was really a big fat nasty square of cellulite happening on my tush.
This morning I headed to the same Starbucks store to get a Pumpkin Spice Latte. Everyone has been talking about them in blogland so I figured with the chill in the air and the light drizzle a toasty cup of SB would be perfect. WRONG.
I don’t know if I have ever told you that I am slightly lactose intolerant. For some reason cheese does not bother me, nor does fat free milk once in a blue moon – but full fat dairy just rocks my world (and not in a good way).
So I ordered my fat free Pumpkin Spice Latte and skipped out of Starbucks with a big smile on my face. Two hours later I was plotting my attack on SB. The barista must have been the devil in disguise because she most definitely served me FULL FAT milk. How do I know? Well, for starters, my stomach is making noises that sound like a thunderstorm/boiling pot of water. My mouth tastes like pootie. My belly looks like I am about 18 weeks preggers. And I have a headache.
I am SOOOO mad right now…I want to walk into Starbucks and slap every person in there. What if I asked for soy milk because I was allergic to milk and I died after drinking my FULL FAT REAL MILK LATTE. Grrrrrrrrrrrr!