Kai L.
Yelp
Starbucks, Skankbucks, Slutbucks, Strutbucks, Corporate Clusterbuck...
All descriptions apply, depending on which one you go to, when you go there, and who's working at the time.
If you're American and have a pulse (Quick! check...), chances are you've been guilty of toting the ubiquitous hot or cold grande or venti overpriced "whatever" on your way to or from the office/unemployment line/significant other's apartment/friend-with-benefit's condo/etc., so you know the deal...
-- Sometimes the bakery case is full of yumminess and variety, sometimes it's stale and empty. At times the workers couldn't be more friendly, other times you'll feel like you're at a McDonalds in Whogivesaf**kTown, USA.
Occasionally you'll forget you're at the Wal*mart of coffee shops and feel like you're in a mom and pop, and the next moment you'll remember you're a caffiene-addicted cog in Starbucks' gigantic bid to transform us all into a country of chain-coffee-sippers, with enough cardboard cup sleeves saved up to erect (tehe) a bridge to Lattebithea.
Oh hush. That line stays.
Starbucks on the Ventura Blvd strip is no different, although it does have a relaxgasmic outdoor patio and a larger-than-average (for Trollopbucks) dining room.
The employees are for the most part friendly, though at times when some of them go on break, they appear to be hanging around on the sales floor near the registers shooting the breeze with their coworkers, and when there's a long line waiting, patrons give them the "why aren't you helping?" dagger-look.
In short, you get what you get when you visit Floozybucks.
Sometimes you'll leave with a smile, and other times you'll be so pissed off, only a trip to the nearby Westfield Mall to blow money on clothes you don't need (you look better naked anyway, sweetness) can placate you.
That, or some more caffiene.
No matter what, though, you'll leave Hobucks poorer than when you came in.
Anyway, back to my rewrite...
"Mochabithea?"
"Chaibithea?"
ADSFGHK writing is hard...