Goddamit
Yes it's true, my beloved Peet's, the world's finest cafe, is closing the location I go to every day. So, once again, fuck 2025. And before any of you get alarmed about mrpeenee's chronology problems, let me assure you I know it's technically now 2026, BUT 2025 is when the corporate buyout that led to this occurred. First Trump gets reelected and then that. Goddamit.
Peet's announced that its corporation had been consumed by a larger conglomerate headed up by Dr Pepper/ Keurig, which sounds like an evil business name from Saturday Night Live, but it's really real. Keurig I can sort of understand since it's simply a coffee company buying out a competitor. I suppose they don't need any cafes in their drive to choke the environment one tiny plastic container at a time. But Dr Pepper? What did I ever do to them? Whenever I bump into DP in the wild I'm always vaguely surprised they're still around. They seem like a remnant of my Southern childhood, an also ran in the the cola wars. Now I simply have a concrete grudge against them.
Since there are many, many days when stumbling down to get my daily cup o' Joe is the only reason I have to leave the house, I now need to find a replacement for Peet's. I'm researching possibilities, but all the candidates have some fatal flaw; they are too far away, or too fussy, or not fussy enough, or I have sworn eternal enmity against them and their bloodlines for some wrong they committed against me that no one but I remember. Mostly, of course, the truth is simply that I am a cranky old man and I am opposed to change on principle. I have outlived R Man, family, friends, people I love, cats, and now my cafe. Give me a break, entropy.
At least I still have naked guys:
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