...disappointing mothers since 1984...

I ran into one of my neighbours as I stopped by Starbucks on my home to get my studying buzz-cap. She confessed that she was only buying the coffee to throw it out, and keep the cup. I was intrigued, and asked why. She sheepishly admitted that she hated Starbucks coffee and could only drink Coffee Time, so she was hanging on to the cup so that she could run down the plaza to Coffee Time, buy coffee there, and pour it into her Starbucks cup before starting to walk for home.

Not for the first time I lamented living in Thornhill.