Drink Costa coffee.
Not Starbucks.
Costa's nicer.
And your brother works there so you get it free. Woo fucking hoo!
This also means that when he works the closing shift, he gets to bring home all the food that's about to go off...even though it still tastes fine!
We're talking free cupcakes, muffins, paninis, little almond tart things... once he brought home half a carrot cake. That was a good day!
Love Costa. Not war. I mean Starbucks.
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