Dunkin’ Donuts

First, super nice people here. Just wished they were more organized and had people in good roles because things would move a lot faster in the mornings. Got a great location but people leave cause the line gets too long. Their management should check out how a Dunks downtown operates during rush hour. Would help their operation.

Update; got yet another incorrect order this morning. Today’s cashier was Molly. I’ve deduced that my bad service and incorrect orders only come from her. She is weighing this morning team down.

Great meeting place just off the high way that is away from the mail.
Just your basic DD. Came because of the location to a pit stop.

My to-​go breakfast place, they messed up my order a few times (put cheese when I asked for no cheese) but the service is extremely fast for busy mornings.

They could use a morale booster.
The Large Iced Regular is still the best here.

A funny thing happened to me at this Dunks.
I stroll in, thoughtfully ogle the menu (perhaps I ogled for a little too long), and step up to the counter deep in thought, my head cocked jauntily to one side.
Me: (chipper) Hi!
Cashier: Can I help you? (adjusts nose ring)
Me: Can I ask you something? (again, looking thoughtful)
Cashier: … … … (eyes me suspiciously)
Me: (realizing she probably thinks I’m trying to convert her to some religion no one has ever heard of and /​or sell her a t-​shirt promoting said religion) Umm… (awkward-​awkward) which do you like better — white hot chocolate or the chocolate-​chocolate kind?
Cashier: (continues to eye me suspiciously)
Me: (blinks)
Cashier: (as though it’s an unspeakable truth) Chocolate is better.
Me: Okay. Gimmie some of dat.
Cashier: (calling out the order) One small hot chocolate. Anything else?
Me: (deciding whether or not I should say something intentionally awkward about joining a fake religion)
Cashier: … … …
Me: (squeaking) Nope.
In the end, I got my hot chocolate and an awkward interaction. Deep down, the pregnant pauses in conversation seemed like a silent bonus – the tiny prize at the bottom of the cereal box that was probably manufactured in foreign lands and cost less than a penny to make. I collected my beverage and scurried out of the store giggling uncontrollably. Something tells me I should lay off the syrup. O_​o