I have an embarrassing admission. I go to Starbucks regularly.
Who wouldn’t want the same-ness of it all, day after day?
Who wouldn’t want the queues of people waiting for coffee despite having more Starbucks per square kilometer in central Bangkok than confused backpacker zombies stumbling in the murderous heat?
Most importantly, who wouldn’t want to be christened with a new name every time by a barista, to whom you shout what you think is a simple mono-syllabic butchered version of your name, only for it be completely mangled further?