Jamba Juice betrayal

I was first introduced to Jamba Juice while attending a conference in northern CA many years ago.  Since then, the only time I’m usually able to indulge is when we visit Rachel’s family in CA.  (We have since discovered a hidden Jamba Juice on the campus of George Washington University in D.C., just off a Metro stop but last I checked it wasn’t open on weekends.)

I have always been a big fan, encouraging others to give it a try.  My recent work trip to Santa Clara was no exception.  One morning on our way to the day’s meetings, my co-worker and I went on a quick coffee run.  Pulling into the parking lot, I was over-joyed to see a Jamba Juice right next to StarBucks.  Jay would hear nothing of giving up his beloved Americano (even from SBUX), so I got my favorite Strawberries Wild (with immunity boost) and used the short drive to the office to expound on the virtues of this one-of-a-kind drink.

Upon arriving at the office, the bottom of my cup exploded and left a fruity mess all over me and our rental  car.  Jamba Juice, you failed me.  Jay got a big laugh out of the ordeal, and rightfully so.  Needless to say, I wasn’t able to convince him to give it a try later on in the trip.  Fortunately, I was able to drink an entire Jamba Juice a day later without incident.  Even so, the emotional wounds remain.