#“when you turn twenty next year you’re going to be a VEN-ti latte”

[wholesomecollegekid]

The extremely condensed story of how I came to be called Latte

So my roommate Meg and I both brought a gigantic amount of tea to college since we both are somewhat Iroh-esque in our tea snobbery (she’s Indian, I’m a rather pasty white girl but also very enthusiastic about tea) and absolutely despise coffee. Mostly a lot of chai though. Whenever we can, we steal milk from the dining hall and bring it back to the dorm so we can make—you guessed it—chai lattes.

So one day I go to Greek class with my chai and Ryan and I immediately go into the time-honored tradition of lovingly pre-class trolling each other, as Ancient Greek students tend to do. Note that I am wearing a blue beanie, boho braids, and an infinity scarf because I decided for some reason that day that I wasn’t going to dress like a homeless pixie ehehe…

So Ryan goes, “I thought you hated coffee.”

“I do. This is chai.”

I proceed to get called, lovingly of course, a basic white girl, to which I correct him by saying that since I drink mostly tea I am indeed an acidic white girl, thank you very much.

“Well, with your tea and your pasty Irish blood, does that make you a cannibal right now?”

“…did you just call me a latte…”

The rest is history. I am now Latte.