Dear Starbucks Worker,The picture you've included of the Starbucks on your Post Secret is not "My" Starbucks. It looks nothing like it. It probably isn't even in the same area as my Starbucks.
But sometimes I feel that my only friends are the people who serve me coffee. They don't even know my name. They only recognize me by my drink. But sometimes, I like to pretend that they wait all day long for me to come in after work and grab my cup of coffee. I like to imagine that one day, I'll walk in, and one of them will invite me to come hang out, to go out, whatever. This will probably never happen. Either way, when I walk into the Starbucks on Crescent in Glen Ellyn, and I see the same faces every time, and they say "The usual?" and I say "Yep", and they say "How's it goin'?" and I tell them how it's going, I feel like I belong somewhere.
So much to the point where it makes me want to quit my current job to work at that Starbucks.
My Starbucks.
So you aren't alone.
Sincerely,
Grande Café Americano with room for cream.
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