I’m sitting in my neighborhood Starbucks, where they charge the average person $4.15 for a Caffe Mocha but give the drinks away for free to the local police officers.
I know I’m supposed to be a good sport here; to love the police and be thankful for their services. And, truth be told, I am. But something about this universal practice rubs me entirely the wrong way. Approximately three minutes ago, I heard a police officer (pictured above) ask the Starbucks manager if she needed any more FRIENDS OF THE POLICE DEPT. cards. She checked, said, “No, we have enough. Thank you.”
Then he received four drinks.
Not cool.
