This is a Starbucks.
You've been to it before, even if you haven't.
It's the exact same as every other Starbucks on earth.
Except I've hidden a golden ticket under one of the chairs.
Which one?
Ooooooooh.
There's absolutely nothing different about this carbon copy. It has the exact same selection of beverages. The exact same people working behind the counter. The exact same muffin-topped girls eating muffin-topped pastries. The exact same breakfast sandwiches in a glass case that no one seems to eat.
A sea of MacBooks in a caffeinated ocean.
If it wasn't for that GOLDEN TICKET there would be no reason to go here.
But then, there it is.
The Golden Ticket. Under one of the chairs.
Which one?
Oooooooh.