Overheard at Dunkin Donuts:
I was in desperate need for a DD coffee, and while I was waiting for my French vanilla brew to be filled a man walked in. This was the conversation:
Man: āOh my gosh, I canāt believe I found a Dunkin Donutās here!ā
[side note: Someone with that much exuberance demanded that I look at him. This man was in his 50s, wearing a burnt orange shirt with the state of Texas printed in the middle and the word āTEXASā right above it; he had more than a beer belly and looked as though he needed to shave about three weeks ago.]
DD lady: āWell, what can I get for you?ā
Man: āCoffee. Extra large. Extra cream. Extra sugar.ā
DD lady: āYou pour your own cream and sugar.ā
Man: āWHAT?!!ā
DD lady: [a little louder this time because maybe she thinks heās a bit hearing impaired] āThe cream and sugar is right there for you to pour yourself.ā [She points to me pouring my milk into my coffee.]
Man: āYou donāt do it for me?ā
DD lady: āWe donāt do it here, the customer does.ā
Man: āWell never mind then. I donāt want to do it myself. NEVER MIND!ā
[And then he stormed out of DD. I was right behind him (I had finished pouring my own milk into my own coffee) and I noticed this guy was driving one of the largest trucks Iāve ever seen, and he had a burnt orange āTexasā license plate on the front of his big olā truck.]
Me: āGo back to Texas!ā