Good morning to the two people reading my blog! Now that I’m a blog administrator, it’s sick how many statistics I have access to. I feel compelled to write if only to see charts & graphs go up and down. It’s wild.
Soooo, this is a real-life, only-in-New-York, possibly only-to-me kinda story. I didn’t even process it until the day after, it was so bizarre.
The details: Although I’ve given up caffeine in general, I get decaf occasionally, especially around the holidays. You show me someone who can resist pumpkin, gingerbread, cinnamon AND peppermint mocha? And I will call that person a liar on their Facebook page, logged in as you.
Back to Dunkin Donuts, the only chain where something like this could go down. I walked in to the 14th Street location, and there’s a Spanish family and a large black man standing around a table. I asked quickly if they were on line and no one responded, so I walked on to the register and was greeted almost immediately by the cashier. Just as immediately, the hulking man was almost on top of me, making huge hand motions, some around his face, where he attempted a growling noise. The cashier and female customer behind me were silent, watching this strange bit of theater play out. Just before he left he sent me an unmistakable “Eff you” with one fist in the crook of his other arm, and rushed out.