Dear Mayorga Coffee:
I didn't mean to do it. But I was out today (running basic errands, not participating in the Black Friday insanity, thank you very much) and it was cold. Really cold. And you are, relatively speaking, so far away. I needed hot caffeine, and, well... she was right there. On the Pike. Big green sign with the mermaid-y chick luring me in. And I answered her siren call, dammit.
It's Starbucks Peppermint Mocha season, and I was sucked in. It's so tasty, you see. And so nice on a bitter, windy day. It was all of 25 degrees out, and I needed something cheerful and overly sweet.
And, dear Mayorga peeps, I hate to say it, but it was good. Really good. Really, really decadently good.
Don't worry, I'll be back at your front door, head hung low, sheepishly presenting my customer loyalty card, seeking absolution and a big mocha latte. I do feel a little dirty, whoring around with that slutty out-of-town Seattle girl when my local love is languishing up the road, but it's the holidays... I'm merely spreading the love... and $3.75...