Donut Day Selfie!
I went to my Dunkin Donuts and said, “I’d like to do the drink and donut deal today, can I get a coffee with cream no sugar and a sour cream donut?”
The woman gave me the donut, but the coffee was ICED not hot. I wasn’t sure so I asked, “Is this my coffee?”
She looked at me and said, “It’s what you wanted.”
Not “that’s your order?” or, “it’s what you asked for,” but what I “wanted.” She looked me dead in the eye and said it like it was a fact—like she had gotten her orders from some all-seeing oracle or a fortune cookie that said:
“Give the girl with a bad hair day an iced coffee, no matter what she asks for.
Chinese word of the day is Telephone: 电话 Diàn huà,
lottery numers: 2… just 2.“
I’m not the type to argue over something trivial like a misheard coffee order, so I just shrugged and meekly took the coffee.
And then… as I sat in the parking lot biting into a warm, freshly made sour cream donut, with the windows down, the sun shining warmly on my shoulder as a cool breeze ruffled my hair, I took a sip of the cool creamy refreshing iced coffee and felt a stirring of the soul.
Thank you, mysterious psychic donut lady. You were right.
This IS what i wanted.
Thank you, intrepid donut servers of the second great war, for your contribution and bravery, and for making this story possible.