If coffee could fly, we would all be flying first
class. This will be a brief look into
the psyche of the American traveler. Proceed with caution, I may be talking about you.
We live in an age where everyone wants Ritz Carlton
accommodations at Motel 6 prices.
Americans will spend hours searching high and low for the absolute
cheapest price on every aspect of their vacation. Travelers will opt for flights that leave at
5:00am with connections in 3 different airports and that does not arrive at
their actual destination until 11:00pm that night to save $100 on airfare and
then complain about not getting a bag of pretzels for free. That same traveler will book a room at a
hotel that they found on patheticallydirtcheapgetaways.biz and then spend 45
minutes with the motel’s manager complaining about the fact that the room is
located near the hotel’s trash compactor.
But get this; that same traveler, the one who just nickeled
and dimed every part of their “dream vacation,” will then march down to their
favorite coffee venue and order a double-shot, no foam, non-fat, latte with a
hint of cinnamon sprinkled on top and pay over $3.00 for a Venti and never
complain a bit about not getting a free muffin.
Oh…and they do that 5 days a week or more. You do the math.
Go figure…
