I hate choices. Seriously. Give me six movies to choose from and I'm toast. Honestly. I can't make up my mind. After 9.4 rounds of Eenie-Meenie-Miney-Mo, I still can't decide. That's why I love Starbucks:

The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no
decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of
coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people
who don't know what the [heck] they're doing or who on earth they are can, for
only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of
self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino.
~~ You've Got Mail, 1998

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