But, alas, the point of my addiction. For a little added caffeine, I decided a few years ago to try a dunkachino from Dunkin Donuts, it's half coffee/half hot chocolate. and thus was born an unending love affair. It's ok, Wiki knows about it, he's cool with it. so there is a DD right adjacent to our neighborhood, and basically they know me. really.really.well. I get it almost the same way, every day. "I would like a large Dunkichino w/a little extra coffee in the bottom, caramel and whip cream"
During the Fall it becomes pumpkin caramel and the winter, mint.
But they know me so well that I sent Wiki to get it one morning, and as I was explaining the directions(wondering if I should just go myself) and then made him repeat it back to me, I endured the famous "eye roll", you know the one ladies, when they think we aren't looking. Wrong. we.see.everything. and 10 minutes later he waltzed back in, looks at me and declares "You have an addiction" (duh) I was like "your point?" He went through the drive thru and said he had only spoken the words, "I need a large dunkachino and I need it made slightly weird"(weird? how rude) and before he could specify the order the response was "do you want it w/a little coffee in the bottom, caramel and whip cream?" He said he paused, completely incredulous, and responded "yes, that way please"
Haha, now that's customer service. and it's led to a slight embarrassment at another, rather popular Coffee chain that you may be familiar with...last year I was in auto pilot mode and heading to get my drink, the drive thru was wrapped around so I decided to run in quickly, my mind was elsewhere. I finally am ready to order, give my usual dunkachino spiel, and as I get my money, hear this slightly snotty retort "Dunkachinio? excuse me, what's that? Do you mean a frappachino?" this is when I slowly start to take in my surrounding and realize that, yep, I'm at Starbucks, not DD. The 16 year old barista is looking at me like I am a complete idiot and the man next to me is laughing. I quickly changed my order to a Venti zen tea, hot...and ran out of there mortified and then, the second I got in my car...started laughing hysterically.
Like I said, I love what I love;) Just remember, America runs on Dunkin!
PS(I may or may not be drinking a zen tea as I type this, the irony isn't lost on me;)
and can I say how sorry I am for those of you that don't have an Elizabeth at yours? She is the epitome of what every owner ever should want working for them. She is sweet and funny and is always excited to gab with me.