Siddity in the City

Me, at my local Starchucks, 10:30 this morning:

*Absently sets old, recently drained of Odwalla Superfood, BofA travel mug down on counter to fish in pockets for cash*

Can I have a tall coffee with room for soy?

Starchuckian caffeine-and-cheer-ninja: Sure! Do you want it in that? *points to BofA mug*

Me, still working on ability to form whole sentences and stay upright without coffee:

Uh, um, er. No. It had stuff in it.

Cheer-ninja: Okay. You know, if you give me that mug today you can have one of our new ones back there for free. But you have to give me that old one. Bank of America is nice and all, but, hey, you should have one of ours!

Me: *synanpses sparking at mention of “free”*

*turns slowly to assess the trade. Nicer, newer, bigger, free*

Okay.

Ninja: Pick a color! Cool. I wanna see you using that!

Me: Absolutely! *depositing tip and snatching for coffee*

*****

What? I mean, I was already a walking advertisement for B of A, and they have pissed me off recently. Plus, the Starbucks mug really is nicer. And I got to pick the color (boola boola!). And it was worth, like, $8. Okay, it was worth maybe $3 but they were charging $10! $14 in Canada!

Alright, it’s more like a corporate hand-job, because it ain’t that serious. But I do feel a little dirty about how easily I am swayed.

*Sipping coffee from new mug*

Ah, whatevs.