So while I am spending the weekend at Sock's house, we both came upon the same realization. That the gangsters (at least where we live) only order Strawberries and Cream Frappuccinos. They walk into Starbucks, saunter up to the counter where the poor little barista timidly ask what she can get started for them. They proceed to give the illusion that they actually looking at the menu to make a decision. Then finally the mutter; "I'll have a Strawberries and Cream Frappuccino." The barista is no longer intimidated as she pulls out a cup and with deliberated sarcasm, writes the drink code on the cup. Even the baristas making the coffee and unaware of the fooffy gangsters existence , suppress giggles as the gangster comes to claim his frappuccion. As he walks out of the store his frappuccino in hand, one can't help wondering; "If your really wanted to keep the whole 'I'm tough' thing believable, why wouldn't you just order straight espresso?"
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