There are many things I have been meaning to write about, between the crazy hours followed by slow days.  One that I found particularly poignant was when the other Couriers convinced me to go out to Starbucks, as a treat while we were visiting a nearby larger city.

I’ll be clear, I don’t go for Starbucks.  Normally I rarely drink coffee to start out with. When it comes between buying coffee at an overpriced shop with jargon that I find somewhere between confusing and pretentious, or a cup of joe at the Waffle House, you’ll know where to find me.  Don’t get me wrong, Starbucks is a great company that sent one of my best friends from high school to college, and seems like one of the less shady food giants out there.  I just personally find the idea of spending more then $1.50 for a cup of coffee to be crazy if it is a daily thing.

All that said, I do indulge myself at least once a year.  When I commented that I guess this is my yearly Starbucks visit, the other girls looked at me like I had just stepped out from behind a rock in cavemen clothing carrying a sharpshooter.  Ok, maybe not that much shock and surprise was written on their face, but it was noticeable.  I wasn’t much in the mood for coffee, so I asked the fellow behind the bar to whip me up whatever was his favorite drink to get here (hey, you gotta trust the folks working there to know what’s good) and I’d take it happily.

Turns out it was a health drink type thing with strawberries and bananas.  I never really understood that fruit combo myself.  As I sucked away at my $4 something drink, which wasn’t even sweet due to it being ‘healthy’, I looked down at the cup in my hands and started to think.

Why was I doing this?  Why was I buying a $4 drink when we have an $11 spending limit just because the other girls wanted to get a drink as well?  I know that I’m a social eater, one who is prone to eating when others are even when I’m not hungry just because I feel some imaginary social pressure or expectation of breaking bread with people to show I mean them no harm.  Really though, $4?  For a ‘health’ drink?  Without thinking I spent over 1/3rd of my budget for the day, only to realize with regret that I never really wanted it in the first place.

I drank it all, wondering why on earth was it the guy’s favorite drink, thinking I must not be hip enough to understand its appeal.  But if the price of being uncool or not with it is $4 in my pocket, and a better understanding of the differences between needs and wants, I’ll take that any day.