Dear Jamba Juice,
I think I’m falling for you. Don’t tell Noah’s Bagels though… ever since I stopped by your place the other day I can’t stop thinking about you.
200 calories for 16oz. of awesome Mango Mantra in the morning? How can I resist?
I mean, sure, you’re no bagel… but carbs are so last season. I love the way you feel in my hand, the smooth texture of your Styrofoam cup (we need to talk about this btw) and the cool, awakening mixture that only a four-speed blender can produce.
I… I’ve never felt this way about a breakfast option before. I feel like I’ve been drinking you forever. I know it sounds crazy, but I… I… I want to be on you. Look at me, I’m giddy.
Well, I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you real soon, OK? Like tomorrow morning, I promise. And, if I come into the store smelling like beer from last night, know that it meant nothing to me.
Love,
Ron
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