Diversity means rolling up to the gun range one weekend with a tall Americano (that’s your trusty pistol—classic, dependable, gets the job done), and the next with a grande mocha frappuccino (think: submachine gun—fancy, a little extra, but you love the flair). Some days I’m all about the black coffee—straight espresso, like a sniper rifle: no nonsense, hits hard, leaves you buzzing. Other days, it’s an oat milk latte with caramel drizzle, which is basically the shotgun of coffee orders—messy, packs a punch, and guaranteed to leave a mark. Then there’s the battle rifle—your quad shot cold brew, because only the strong survive. Diversity isn’t just pistols or pour-overs, revolvers or regular drip; it’s celebrating every sip and every shot, from machine guns to macchiatos, and never letting your taste buds—or your trigger finger—get bored!