Apparently, if you search google for “insulated Starbucks cup,” you end up here on my blog. “Insulated Starbucks Cup” is the phrase that brings me the most traffic, almost one full year after I posted about an insulated Starbucks cup. That post still gets hits and comments. The latest comment is from this April. That post actually has more comments than almost all my other posts, except for the one about grasshoppers. (Maybe I should change the name of my blog to “Grasshoppers in a Starbucks Cup” and watch the traffic go wild. Would that light a comment fire under all you lurkers out there?)
I’m not sure if that speaks to the low-quality of my usual content or the obsessiveness of people searching for the perfect cup or the love of all things Starbucks.
Make no mistake about it, though. The clear plastic, re-usable, Starbucks cup with screw-on lid and green plastic straw is the Perfect Cup. It is as close to perfection as a beverage holder can ever hope to be.
Last year, I posted about losing this perfect cup. Starbucks only carries them in the spring. I found it then. I entered my local Starbucks and a light shown down from the heavens illuminating the sole remaining cup. The angels sang and since I always listen to angels, I bought the cup.
I carried it everywhere. My mother asked me if it was my adult pacifier. I said, “yes.”
See, in the hotter months, I drink a lot of ice tea and I am very particular about how I like to drink my tea. I like it with lots of ice in a cup with a lid and a straw. I would end up stopping into Starbucks way too often for tea because I wanted the cup with the lid and straw experience (oh, and the chai lattes, but that’s a different addiction and a different post.) I could brew my tea at home, but I had no cups with lids and straws. Sometimes I would re-use the disposable Starbucks ones until they got all wrinkled from repeated washings. Then I found my cup and it is perfect because I can now brew my ice tea at home and drink it from a cup with a lid and a straw wherever and whenever I want.
Then I lost it. It was July and I went to a nail salon for a pedicure and I left my beloved cup. I rushed back as soon as I realized it, but it was too late. Confused by its camouflage as a regular disposable Starbucks cup, they had thrown my cup away. My perfect cup.
I immediately went to a Starbucks. They didn’t have them anymore. I went to another and another. I dispatched IT Guy to all Starbucks near him. Between us, we hit no less than 10 Starbucks in two days. (I drank a whole lot of chai.) I checked the Starbucks web site. I put up a plea here. Nothing. No cups.
So I went on ebay and I found one . . . for twice what I paid for it originally plus shipping from Washington state.
I bought it. I had it shipped to Delaware where we were on vacation. I don’t regret it at all.
My cup and I have been happy together ever since and I’ve been pleased by all the hits on my cup posts that show others feel the same love I do.
There has always been the danger of loss though. If I lose it again, what then?
Last week, while I was driving carpool at 8:30am, my cell phone rang. It was a friend who was on a business trip in Georgia. “Hey, I’m in Starbucks and they have a big pile of those cups here” he said. Fifteen minutes later I was in Starbucks buying another perfect cup . . . a back-up cup to protect against loss.
And then there were two . . .
one filled with delicious ice tea and one in waiting.
And all is right in my world.