Please, just an espresso

Seems like everyone is doing this.

Go to the station, and they will ask you multiple times if you'd like a fuel injector. No, thank you, I just want my fuel, please. I don't know what a fuel injector does, but I know many people who said their car wasn't the same after that—and not in a good way.

Go to a restaurant, and they want to make sure you are hydrated—and not with regular water, but with water in fancy glass bottles from some exclusive mountain spring somewhere. At prices that’ll make that mountain blush.

The biggest culprit for me now is Starbucks.

Yes, I might pop down for some quick, horrible coffee once in three months. The deco is garish, but their wifi is great, so for some urgent, guaranteed work, this is the best place.

But when the mindset is work, wifi, and an espresso, you don't care what name they write on the cup. Call me Penelope if you'd like. Worse is when they want you to get a sandwich—oh no sandwich, how about a piece of dessert—no? how about you get better quality beans for that espresso, it's a few bucks extra—oh you don't want it now, you can take it home and make it there. Easy.

Please. Just an espresso.

Let me be.