Today - Friday - with morning temperatures cresting 80 at 7 am, I felt that an iced coffee treat was in order. It’s hot and sticky with humidity, I’ve worked every day this week, and I have a massive poison ivy rash on my chest, creeping up my neck in an alarming fashion. I think we can all agree that I deserve an iced coffee to go with the prednisone I scored to treat the rash.
The Dunkin’ Donuts nearest my house had a line out to the street and no space to turn in, park, and actually walk outside. I took a pass. Lest you fret, there are no less than three Dunkin’ Donuts along the path of my 8 mile drive to work. Dunkin’ number 2 was also crazy busy. Dunkin’ number 3 isn’t a drive-thru (I’m from California and I believe that a drive-thru is among my Constitutionally guaranteed rights), but it does have a giant parking lot. The 3 miles to it gave me the time to consider whether my need was so great that I would actually exit the vehicle.
It was.
Reader, there was no line inside. It was as if the New Jersey Gods were smiling upon me.
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