Smile like you mean it

I always feel a bit of a pretentious cock when I waltz into Starbucks (East Croydon branch no less) and order my venti skinny latte - I should just say large coffee with skimmed milk please, but instead get sucked into that whole lifestyle aspirational living malarkey, like I'm living in Manhattan and taking photos of models for Calvin Klein, only to then come crashing down to earth when I walk out of said East Croydon branch of Starbucks clutching the aforementioned venti skinny latte, and face the crushing vista of reality that tells me I really am not living the dream...