I'm too pressed to write anything today, but just read my dear brother's post about a Dunkin Donuts experience that had me grinning at my computer.
Thought I'd share...
This morning, after reading Shaun’s post, I immediately had a craving for a D&D ice coffee. Feeling inspired by my brother's generosity, I asked a kind co-worker in a neighboring office if I could pick something up for her. Here is a reenactment of the events that transpired:
Me: I’m running next door for an ice coffee, do you want anything?
KCW (Kind Co-Worker): No thanks. Did you get your free ice coffee yesterday?
Me: No. Did you?
Me: Was there a long line?
KCW: Not really, but something terrible happened.
KCW: The guy who made my ice coffee picked his nose. I had to immediately throw my ice coffee away.
KCW: Yes. And not just a thumb pick, a full finger, up to the first knuckle pick (her face was all frowned and contorted).
Me: No?! He just picked it right out in the open, full finger!? (my face was frowned and contorted)
KCW: Yes, and he saw me looking, and then he tried to remove his finger quickly. I can never go there again.
Me: Now I can’t go there. You just ruined my ice coffee experience. (thanks Shaun)
KCW: You can go, just don’t get the pervy middle eastern guy.
Me: Hmmm…(still thinking about if I could enjoy my ice coffee knowing that it came from a place where a worker picked his nose openly yesterday). Okay. (I think I can, I mean, as long as I don't get him).
I proceed past the receptionist’s desk and ask her if she wanted me to pick her up a coffee. She was grateful for the offer and asked for a small hazelnut. So I’m thinking that if I get the guy, I’m just going to order her coffee and not mine (she doesn’t know about the incident and I’m going to tell KCW not to tell her). Hey – let’s face it, we don’t know what goes on in the kitchens of restaurants, it’s the KNOWING that ruins it, not the hint of boogie germs themselves.
When I arrived at the D&D, I immediately spotted the boogie man. I tried to avoid eye contact. When it was my turn at the counter, he said, “Can I help you”. I stuttered for a solid minute….ah, ummm, ah…hmmm…not sure….I was trying to pretend that I didn’t know what I wanted while I tried to make eye contact with another worker. Then a female worker finally looked my way and I excitedly asked her for the coffee, I’m sure the boogie man must of thought I was insane, but I didn’t care, I already thought that he was a pervert and a boogie man, what could be worse than that? His opinion of me being indecisive or mildly retarded was of no consequence. I just wanted a boogie-free sipping experience.