If there’s anything that wakes one up more than a grande, half-caf, no-whip, double latte with room, it’s a thong staring you in the face as you make your way to the office. Yea, we feel you, baby but we’d rather not show up to work with that horny highschooler look emblazoned on our mug. Especially during that account service meeting where we have to at least pretend we know what we’re talking about.
