F*ck Howard Shultz
When you're meeting someone for coffee and jokingly feign disappointment that there isn't a Starbucks nearby, only the person you're meeting doesn't fully get the joke (and you're honestly not sure if you were being entirely sarcastic), so Arab hospitality necessitates that you end up sending some percentage of the iced Americano you paid nearly €5 for back home to Seattle and into the pocket of the lying liar who sold your beloved Supersonics to an Okie tycoon out of spite the year after drafting who would turn out to be one of the best players to ever play the game.
Which is all to say that sarcasm is a powerful thing, so make sure to wield it responsibly.... #seattlesupersonics
