There are twelve people at Starbucks this morning.
Three are reading the New York Times. Two are reading the local paper. One is reading a book. The rest are lost in their phones.
I guess journalismʼs not dead after all.
There are twelve people at Starbucks this morning.
Three are reading the New York Times. Two are reading the local paper. One is reading a book. The rest are lost in their phones.
I guess journalismʼs not dead after all.
Remember when Starbucks used to pride itself on its carefully curated selection of music?
Now itʼs like playing crap is its latest way to keep people from relaxing in-store, and to just hand over their money at the drive through.