There are so many reasons I drive through the Dutch Mafia several mornings a week:
1) They see me coming and remember that I always have a non-fat latte.
2) When I pull up they say, "Hey, Skinny Latte" by way of greeting me, and I'll go anywhere repeatedly to hear myself referred to as 'skinny'.
3) I like the bizarre music they're always blaring out their windows at O-Dark-Thirty in the morning.
4) Oh yeah, and I dig their coffee. ;-)
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