And then, the moratorium as I switch to chai…

I swear, something bad doesn’t go down every time I buy coffee. It just seems that way. No, actually, something jacked does happen to me at least 50% of the time, but I’d guess that’s average, no? Anyway, I wanted to mention a very normal, enjoyable visit I had at DD just on Monday. The employees were friendly, professional, and quick to help. I sent their regional office a note about them on the Dunkin’ Donuts site–I’m quick to write up a bad experience, so it’s only fair I do the same for a good one. But…

BUT…I feel it’s only fair to mention what happened the last time I was at this DD. It was winter, and I was on my way to a local big-box store. I was drinking lattes back then and as it was around 8 am, I truly needed a huge cup of flavored, milky meth to get me through the morning. I got there and realized half my neighborhood had the same idea. I queued up behind the 10th or 11th person–all of us wearing hats, scarves, and heavy goose down jackets–and tried to look alert as the person up front ordered cheese on a cheeseless sandwich, sugar on a sugarless donut, and other time-consuming, self-indulging BS.Things got curious when a very thin white guy, dressed poorly for the weather in holey jeans and a thin windbreaker, peeked his uncombed head through the back entrance, then suddenly jumped out again. As opening the front or back doors let in Arctic-level gales that caused everyone on line to gasp and turn, most costumers tried to minimize their entrances/exits.

Apparently no one had sent any sort of winter etiquette leaflet to this man, nor to his girlfriend. Also dressed more for spring than winter–capri pants, denim jacket and inexplicably, a Jamaican-style beret–she slipped in as he squeezed out. She stood against the wall, rubbing her nose enthusiastically, occasionally nibbling at her thumb. She didn’t look at the menu; she seemed more interested in the coffee makers, or possibly the birthday cake refrigerator.

Deaf men take smiling very, very seriously.

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.