Here in Boston there are Dunkin Donuts on every corner. Literally every. If you ain’t drinking Dunkin’ you ain’t from Boston; except for when you are drinking Starbucks. I love their Americanos with the soy milk cold on the side. I wasnt a fan when they switched soy milks. The new one tastes a little funky. Nothing I can’t cover up with a little bit of sweet n’ low (yes mom I know it causes cancer) and chocolate powder.
So, Dunkin’ donuts. All across the Northeast DD is being protested by their drivers. Not enough pay, not enough hours, not enough donuts. I am sure their cause is great. But when the bottomless pit that is my stomach starts growling I will cross your picket line. Shocker.
I trudge to the elevators and head outside and am overpowered by their music and large in charge man on the megaphone. Come hell or high water I am getting my egg and cheese croissant. I start attempt to cross their 3 person deep line and I am bombarded with hot sweaty men begging me not to go in.
“Dunks is closed.” “Only Starbucks today!” “There is a restaurant down the street”.
No thanks.
“Come on sweetie just for today”
I don’t see you rolling out of bed to make me breakfast.
I went in, was greeted with smiles, got my delicious sandwich which was hot and toasty. Upon leaving a large hippo like woman was in my way on the sidewalk. I tried to step around her. She moved her dress suit clad body into my way again. Again I tried to step around her. The broad tried to trip me! So I looked the deadly beast in her eye raised my manicured hand and said :
“That was rude of you. I’m eating here everyday this week.”
I was too busy walking away to hear Hippos reaction. It sounded like a groan or a grunt but it could have been her legs collapsing from all the bodily movements she just put herself through. See you tomorrow; that is if you don’t go into cardiac arrest in a mere matter of minutes.
