The other day, my roommate and I decided to go to the new Starbucks at the South Lawn while on our way to class. After some friendly conversation about the weather, the cashier asked me for my name. I responded accordingly, and she proceeded to write it on the cup. This intrigued me.
While we were waiting for our drinks I mentioned to my roommate how I thought it was pretty cool that they wrote your name on the drink. She gave me a confused look. "They don't do that where you live?" I looked at her equally confused. Of course they don't. Where I live there are at least five Starbucks within a 15-minute drive. All of which are almost always packed with people. Why would they ask me for my name when they're too busy making the next person's drink? After explaining all of this to her, she said, "I don't ever want to live in your hometown. People are just not nice there."
Let me clarify: I, along with thousands of people at this school, am from Northern Virginia. Personally, the statement that people are not nice up there may be a tad too harsh. Let's just say that we're not exactly like the rest of Virginia. Have you ever noticed that if you're from Northern
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