First off, God Bless You Dunkin’ Donuts for the XL Turbo Ice Coffee. It’s the closest thing to Cocaine that I’ve come across since Legalized Gas Station Trucker Speed.
This has to do with an employee at Dunkin’ Donuts. I was driving on a Highway desperate for one of those TUBS of coffee and I pulled off of two different exits with signs saying that there were Dunkin’ Donuts but I couldn’t find them. Those are the absolute worst. On a side note, when you get off the exit and you don’t see a sign that tells you which way it is, or it does have a sign pointing, but doesn’t tell you how many miles it is you know you’re in trouble. And yet instead of jumping back on the highway I always must search. Never works.
On my third exit I finally found the Dunkin’ Donuts and ordered my SPEED TREAT. I gave the employee a five-dollar bill. She told me in her best, “’ don’t give a fuck manner’ that she couldn’t change large bills. “It’s a five.? The total was $3.85. Before I could order a donut she simply said, “Next.”
I get it. You work at Dunkin’ Donuts you’re probably not that happy. In fact, when someone is nice to me at any customer service job I’ll be very nice back. If you’re rude though I’ll be rude back. IDGAF.
I turned around giving my best, ‘can you believe that they have no change?’ look to the huge line behind me and no one seem shocked. And the kicker was the guy who jumped in line when he heard that cunt yell, “next,” said to me in a real down and dirty Mass accent, “You should have brought change.” “Thanks, you fuck.” I didn’t say that though. I got in the back of the line and waited to try this order again including the Donut, like the chump I am.
GO YANKEES!