It was cold.
It was rainy.
It was not National Frappe Day in my heart.
But it was National Frappe Day on nationaldaycalendar.com, and I’m it’s bitch so here we go…
I went in to the neighbourhood Starbucks (yuck, I know) and had a gander at their Frappe menu
Overwhelmed by the seemingly endless combinations of coffee, chocolate, peppermint and caramel, I settled on a good old fashioned
- Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino® Blended Beverage
I say to whatshisname behind the counter that I would like a Pumpkin Spice Frappe made with coconut milk please and he responds, with an all too smug smirk, that they don’t do ‘frappes’ here, that’s McDonald’s (he is haute couture and I am so white trash). I was like aren’t you all soulless multinational corporations that underpay and over work your employees and wreak havoc on the environment and local businesses?
Anyway I ended up with a Frappuccino® Blended Beverage in the end
It was pretty gross, which I was prepared for
I tried to pawn it off on Duncan but even he was leery of the strange scent and flavour
Would have preferred not shelling out $7 on icy sugary guck, but somebody’s gotta celebrate everyday literally