Grande Comfort

I'm waiting for my free coffee from my neighborhood Starbucks. I generally don't do the pricey coffee all that often, but a free cupon necessitates abusing my knowledge of how to build a latte that costs over $6. What felt good was the element of familiarity that coffee house offers. Most of the time I lean away from the every store must look the same philosophy (corporate genetic weakness), but with so much change lately it was a comfort. Odd how in the transition from one thing to another there can be unlikely sources of ease.