bob talked me down
i'm not going to drink at starbucks. don't worry.

i was just concerned, because at my little independent coffee shops and not-quite-as-independent coffeebean&tealeafs (which, incidentally, use the same font in some of their marketing schtick as we're using in our wedding invitations) - i am drinking unorganic milk. they offer that at starbucks.

so instead of giving a little leeway in my convictions against the pathetic monotonous stripmall culture of chain stores and franchises, i've decided to ask for organic milk every time i order my latte from Rebecca's coffeeshop or the bagel shop down the street. "we don't have organic milk, I'm sorry." "well, you should." "i'm sorry, it's too expensive, we can't keep it in stock." "i'd pay more for it." "okay."

i promise, i'd pay more. i pay more for organic apples and organic frozen food (mmm). this generation is now taking one for the team. we're paying more for our organic stuff, and our fair trade stuff, so that the supply will increase to match this demand, and the future generations won't have any difference in price between conventional and organic.

i'm going to take one for the coffeeshop team, and be embarassed everytime i order coffee. "well, julia, you just asked yesterday, and we still haven't made a decision to provide organic milk." "okay. i'll keep asking."