My Quest For Dunkin' Donuts

I never liked coffee before. I used to hate the smell when my grandma and my little sister would make it in the morning. It wasn't until my second trip to Chicago that I discovered its mystical qualities.

Jimmy, my fiance, wanted to take me shopping at the Alley for my birthday. It was freezing cold - in the negative somewhere. I'm from Texas so anything below 30 degrees is ungodly to me. We stopped at Dunkin' Donuts so I could use the restroom. When I came out, Jimmy had a large cup of hazelnut coffee and 2 glazed donuts. I stole the donuts away from him and refused the coffee. 

We left to brave the cold and try to find a parking space closer to the shops.  Freezing, it was all I could do to keep warm by holding the scalding cup of coffee. Reluctantly, I took a sip. Instantly I envisioned my self in the nude, riding a glitter unicorn across the night sky, and leaving a trail of rainbow behind us.

When I came back to Texas I went to my local grocery store called H-E-B or better known as ghetto H-E-B. I roamed the coffee aisle looking for my 12 ounces of grounded up goodness. Nothing. The next day, I went to the other side of town to see if the "fancy" H-E-B had what I was looking for. Damn, nothing again. Nothing but Folgers and Starbucks. Darn you Starbucks! Darn you!!! I tried Target and every other grocer in my city. It ended the same - with me laying in the fetal position with me screaming "American runs on Dunkin' Donuts!!",  and opened bags of coffee spread around me.

Weeks past and the memory of that one encounter with that delicious coffee with a hint of a buttery taste began to fade. It wasn't until my sister dragged me along to the one place I hate almost more than anything in this world - Wal-Mart. That's another story for another time though. She was talking about her job when I saw it. It was Dunkin' Donuts. The package caught the light when I lifted it from the display rack. It glistened like  a jewel. I knew there was a reason I braved the greeters and the nasty people that inhabit that horrid place.

I'm happy to report that I made it back home unscathed that night and now I'm enjoying my cup of coffee as I write this.

Avamia Avamia
22-25, F
1 Response Mar 12, 2009

Lmao great story mosy of ud just buy it at the Duncan donuts