Yesterday, had you come to my house, you would have witnessed such a pitiful sight, you would have know the end of the world has to be coming: Golden Boy and I frantically scanning the online list of Starbucks closings to see if our local Starbucks is one of those marked for execution.

How did it come to this? I went to college and graduate school when independent coffee houses were having their heyday and would never have deigned to spend my money at a Starbucks. I was one of those populist coffee drinkers — no corporate coffee for me. I have bemoaned to Starbucks-ification of North America — the horrifying spectacle of four Starbucks on the four corners of the same intersection was enough to keep me up at night.

But, somehow, slowly, Starbucks began to erode my political, aesthetic and culinary taste. First, they managed to close most of the independent coffee houses so, even if I wanted to sip alternative coffee, I couldn’t. Second, by virtue of their ubiquity, I started to expect a Starbucks at every intersection and to feel peeved if there wasn’t one when I wanted a cup of coffee; on road trips, in particular, I noticed that I started to expect a Starbucks in every city, however small.

I also have to admit that, when I recently travelled in Europe, Starbucks had consistently clean and free bathrooms, so even when I was tramping around in cities renowned for their epicurean delights, I was often drinking my coffee at a Starbucks.

When Golden Boy and I moved to our current residence, we were dismayed to discover that there were no local independent coffee houses (well, they’re a dying breed, so no particular surprise) but pleased that at least there was a Starbucks about a mile away. We’ve spent a lot of time there working and reading. We generally don’t like Starbucks coffee, disdain the cardboard constructions that pass as “pastries,” and are annoyed by the lack of free WiFi.** But, we go there because it’s convenient, it’s nice to get out of the house, and the “baristas” are friendly.

So, imagine our despair yesterday when we discovered that Starbucks is closing not only the store near our house but every Starbucks in our little suburban town. Now, the nearest coffee will be in the local Barnes and Noble — which is a terrible place to work.

We’re so depressed — and we’re also chagrined to discover that we’ve become the kind of people who are depressed when they can’t go to Starbucks whenever and where ever they want.

Gotta be the end of the world, right?

** Notorious Ph.D recently celebrated the free WiFi at Starbucks, but that’s not true in our area. CORRECTION: Notorious actually remarked upon the lack of WiFi at Starbucks. Whoops. My mistake.