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Thursday, January 12, 2006

Dunkin’ Donuts Helped A Brother Out

This donut store just won’t stop offering hilarious little encounters.

Dartblog readers know well the tribulations of my relationship with the local Dunkin’ Donuts store—known unaffectionately to some as the donutchicken place. Today, I saw some brand new strangeness in that store. I had just finished lunch and resolved upon a cup of coffee before going back to work. Before me in line at a nearly deserted Dunkin’ Donuts (but only before me because I held the door for him) was a black guy who purchased three donuts. Three donuts cost three dollars. The fellow pulled out a Wad. Twenties on the outside, then tens, fives, and ones. A hundred dollars or so, in sum. The cashier—not the Indian woman who regularly cashes me out in the morning, but the black man with whom I have dealt on many mornings—reported the total bill of sale: “Three dollars.” The man unfurled and counted one dollar, and put it on the counter. He counted another dollar, and put it on the counter. Counted another do— “Alright, man, don’t worry about it,” the cashier said. He placed the deuce in the register, the customer said, “Yeah, thanks,” and left with his bag of $0.67/ea donuts.

Enter me. Well, you know the rest of the story. I didn’t get the brother discount, even though the cashier knew that I was scoping out the whole transaction. And I don’t care, really; it doesn’t harm me. I just thought it off-the-wall funny, and I wondered if it is some kind of a thing. I could have sworn there was a Curb Your Enthusiasm about this…

Posted on January 12, 2006 12:37 PM. Permalink