 I'd say I'm really one for the finer things in life. A good book, a good meal, a good wine. But the truth is, I'm no ordinary man, so I don't exactly have ordinary tastes. There's only one thing that I really value in this world, one thing that's beautiful and pristine enough to pique my interest. It's the Starbucks cup, and I think we all know why. Starbucks goes to the ends of the earth to find the perfect trees to turn into their paper cups. Somewhere, someone cut down a tree, then ground that tree into a fine pulp and molded it into the shape of a cup. And finally, they handed it to me at Starbucks, a single cup that can only be used once, just the way it should be. It can't be reused, it can't be recycled, it exists for one moment in time, and it exists just for me. I feel good using Starbucks cups because I know they're cutting down millions of trees all over the planet for me. When you are as refined as I am, you need a cup to match. Why would I drink from something recycled that at one point could have been my niece's book report? Yeah, Starbucks might make 4 billion cups a year, but every single one of those is made from the freshest, most virginal trees. I go to Starbucks to preserve my coffee cup experience. My name is Spencer. I appreciate the finer things, and Starbucks makes cups for people like me.