Dear Starbucks

I will elaborate on my earlier tweet...

Dear Starbucks,

Last time I checked, you introduced the Frappucinno Light as a low cal, low fat alternative to the jiggly thigh enducing original. This is fine and good and I appreciate the fact that my waist line is of upmost concern to you. One of the major differences (other than fat and calories that is) is that there is no whip cream. Now I, like most god fearing Americans, am a sucker for some whip cream topping. Luckily the said Frappaccino light does not come with whip cream as an option so I was good to go. But today, your lovely barista (or is it baristo since it was a boy) graciously took my order for a Grande Frappuccino Light. Once he finished creating my own little slice of heaven in a cup he asked....drum roll please.....cue tympani....he asked "Would you like Whip cream on that?" Don't. Ever. Ask. A. Three. Not. A. Five. That. Question. Do you think that I ordered the light version because it's the cool things to do and all the desperate housewives of orango county are having one. No, I ordered it because I still want phenomincal cosmic Caramel power in an itty bitty caloric count drink. Do I want whip cream on that? Reall? "Yes Please" I'm a three not a five Starbucks. Please don't ask me these things.

Sincerely,
The fat cells in my left ass cheek