Butterfly Herbs, Missoula MT

This chai is complex, it has layers of sweet and bitter hidden underneath an overwhelming amount of spice. It’s like that pseudo-intellectual guy in your Lit class who always presents his comments in a smart, I’ve-thought-about-this-more-than-you voice, even though they rarely stay on topic. It’s easy to get caught up in it, because you’re young and naive and it carries itself so well. If you don’t listen to the words, you might even think it has some good points. So maybe you get a little interested, you ask if maybe it would like to do research for your essay together sometime? And it says yes, because of course it does, and you meet at the library and start talking and you quickly realize that it’s just repeating the things it reads on Twitter, and it’s humor is more annoyingly desperate than actually funny, and when you try to laugh it sounds so fake, but it’s too self-absorbed to really be listening to you. So you pretend you’re really interested in your essay for the next hour, then look at your phone, and wow, sorry, you really have to get going, so you’ll see it in class? And a couple weeks later, everyone’s talking about their essays and this chai starts talking louder than everyone else, and everyone thinks its thesis so original and smart, but you know it took your ideas and your research, and everyone’s so focused on the sheer amount of spice to not notice that this chai really isn’t all that good.

5/10 for saying, “To add to that...” and repeating what was just said