Have I mentioned how much I love my Dunkin' Donuts Lady?
Yes, I believe I may have. Guess what she did this morning?
(She's still there, bright and early each dawn; I'm guessing she didn't get the job and I haven't asked.)
What I did ask for this morning was a large coffee instead of my usual medium.
"Tired today?" she inquired, sympathetically.
Hell, yeah. Staying up until 12:30 a.m. giving unsolicited employment advice to floundering new grads will wear anyone out.
Dunkin' Donuts Lady stole a surreptious look behind her, at the unsmiling male mechanically pouring coffee, and secretly handed me a small cup.
"A shot of espresso for your coffee," she explained.
I grinned. Start me up, indeed.
Dunkin' Donuts Lady? You rock.