So there I was, some knucklehead had spilled my coffee. Being the calm, cool and collected person that I am, I did not slay the moron. I walked across the street and entered the Starbucks. What a bunch of wannabe-elite, preppy schmutzes! I was looking in the corner for Rod Serling to announce I had just entered the Twilight Zone! Alleged men in dress pants and sweaters buying coffee with FOAM on top of a rather phallic looking cup. I had to read the whole menu to find what I thought was coffee, and ask if it was in fact coffee to which some geek affirmed. I then asked for a large and he says," You mean a venti?" I'm like WTF? Gimmee a coffee in the largest cup you got. For which, I paid $2-freakin-dollars for. Moral of the story: Next time someone spills your $1.09 extra large coffee from the convenience store, slay 'em.