- Gender and Relationships
Starbucks, Friend or Foe?
Saving Thousands of Dollars, One Cup at a Time
Before I got married I used to spend over a thousand dollars a year for the Starbucks experience, and although my husband thought my little addiction was cute when it was my money, once we got married and started sharing expenses my over $150 a month coffee habit was no longer cute. Unbeknownst to me, my husband began plotting from day one of our marriage on how to come between me and my beloved Starbucks. He had already worked up a budget on how he was going to spend that extra cash that he felt was just slightly out of his grasp.
Round 1, Hubby vs. Starbucks
My husband had no idea what he was up against, trying to come between me and my lifelong friend, Starbucks. Every Barista knew me by name. They knew how I liked my coffee. He didn't. When we were dating he would show up some mornings with a cup of Starbucks coffee for me. He always brought me some weird concoction of Mocha, Carmel, Soy or something, but it was sweet and I knew he was thinking about me. His visits gave me an even better feeling than the Barista's cheerful morning hello and his handsome face was a much better way to start my day than standing in line. Little did I know he was on his way to breaking Starbucks and me up.
Round 2, Hubby vs. Starbucks
I'm a writer, so I have spent a lot of time in coffee shops writing, brainstorming, and working on projects on my laptop. I love giant coffee shop mugs and I even have a collection of coffee cups that I have collected over the years. My husband knows that buying me pretty things makes me smile. He has brought me several cute mugs to try and entice me from buying coffee out and keep me at home, but his Mr. Coffee pot is not for his little Mrs. because I can't stand the taste of the murky burnt tasting water that brews within. So as sweet as his presents were, they were not sweet enough to keep me from secretly stopping on my way to work and purchasing a delicious cup of Joe. My front yard has been forced to drink a few cups of his brew. I love him for trying but it wasn't going to be that easy to break my coffee fetish. Maybe he was trying to kill all the taste buds inside my mouth.
Round 3, Hubby vs. Starbucks
He ordered an Espresso machine. I saw the box sitting in the kitchen but didn't say a word. The thought of him getting up early just to "froth" some milk caused me to laugh out loud. He was starting to go overboard, but it was funny to watch him. I even caught him watching a YouTube video on how to make a latte. I will admit his efforts were showing progress. He was getting good. I even joked and called him Juan Valdez.
I won't lie, I like spending those extra minutes with him in the morning, and coffee in bed is nice.
Round 4, The Knockout
I stopped by Starbucks one day after sharing coffee at home for a few weeks with my hubby. The Barista didn't remember my drink. I think she was mad at me for cheating on her with my hubby's home brew. She smiled but was very short with me. She finally asked where I had been. I didn't make eye contact and just said I had been busy and that it was nice to see her. I'm not used to these kind of awkward moments. This was worse than a breakup. As I walked away, I said I'd see her soon, but I knew I wouldn't when I tasted the bitter cup of coffee she had just served. My hubby's victory over my addiction never tasted so sweet.
- Husband's point of view
How to make the perfect cup of coffee at home written by my husband