True story time, kids!

So I was on my way to work this morning, and it's summer and it's Southern California so it's a little toasty out, and I'm tired. What's a cold confectionery treat that can also be a pick me up? Oh yes, Starbucks' flagship drink. So I go in and grab a Mocha Frap, no whip, and head to work now in a mood of merriment. I arrive at my place of employment, when one of the immature floorstaff child-beast things greets me with the following:
"You actually drink those?"
"Um, yes. It's a cold, deliciousness treat."
"Wow, what a fag."
Come on people. It's a drink. I don't think wanting something that will cool me down and wake me up while providing my taste buds with a dancing rhythm of mochaness at the same time makes me gay. But, I had to retort:
"You wish." And walked upstairs. People, show your support to change coffee stereotypes and add this to your journal with the thumb tag if you support the initiative to make frappuccinos acceptable for ALL men and women, regardless of sexual orientation.

Unless Hitler wants one. F**k that, he gets nothing.

To arms!