Do the people at Dunikn’ Donuts simply not eat the food they create? I’m sure this is possible at the Dunkin’ Donuts near work.
My new Friday morning ritual is breakfast out. This used to be a Thursday thing, but it’s more convenient on the day after payday, since I probably still have pocket cash.
The guy who bagged my dunuts this morning put them in the bag so that the chocolaty top was down. Yes - down on the bottom of the bag. What idiot would ever bag a donut that he intended to eat in this cavalier fashion? So my once perfect boston creme donut became simply a cake dounut with cream filling. I’m sorry, it’s just not the same.
And while I’m in a complaining mood, what is the deal with Dunkin’ Donuts’ vanilla chai? That stuff is rancid! It’s so stinking sweet that my teeth now have skin on them rivalling a 2-hour Halloween candy-eating binge. What the heck?
Oh! And by all means, don’t let anyone get in front of you in line at Dunkin’ Donuts. Inevitably, they’ll order coffees and cinnamon sticks for their entire stinking office. Note that they must be sticks, not danish, cruller, bear-claw, donut, or puff - sticks. Whipped cream on all 12, too, please. Gah!
Now I have a headache. It’s the chai sugar. Next time, I’m just going to go to Acme and get my Starbuck’s chai latte. There’s no wait and it tastes good and, unlike Dunkin’ Donuts, I get the impression that the woman that works the counter has actually tasted some of the food she makes.
I’m sorry if you were visitng to read something of substance, but as you can see, I’ve been deprived of my proper Friday morning treat and everything is skewed. Then again, if you were actually looking for substance…
