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: ā€œOh my gosh, I can’t believe I found a Dunkin Donut’s 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 ā€œTEXASā€ right above it; he had more than a beer belly and looked as though he needed to shave about three weeks ago.]

DD lady: ā€œWell, what can I get for you?ā€

Man: ā€œCoffee. Extra large. Extra cream. Extra sugar.ā€

DD lady: ā€œYou pour your own cream and sugar.ā€

Man: ā€œWHAT?!!ā€

DD lady: [a little louder this time because maybe she thinks he’s a bit hearing impaired] ā€œThe cream and sugar is right there for you to pour yourself.ā€ [She points to me pouring my milk into my coffee.]

Man: ā€œYou don’t do it for me?ā€

DD lady: ā€œWe don’t do it here, the customer does.ā€

Man: ā€œWell never mind then. I don’t 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 I’ve ever seen, and he had a burnt orange ā€œTexasā€ license plate on the front of his big ol’ truck.]

Me: ā€œGo back to Texas!ā€

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