The story behind the Dunkin' post

As I sat at Dunkin' Donuts last night, I thought that it would make the perfect place for a psychologist or a social anthropologist to come and do research.

First, there was the guy wearing a Jimmy Johns hat, sipping from a Starbucks cup, eating his Dunkin' Donut. I totally regret not taking his picture.

Then there was the older gentleman who walked in, ordered coffee, and said in at least four different ways that he missed the day they were giving out free donuts. The manager handed him one and invited him to come back again.

It was hard to miss the three guys who seem to have missed out on how to either use a belt or buy pants that sit at their waist instead of the bottom of the their buns.

But the two characters who've gave me the most to chuckle at were two boys -- early teens I guess -- sitting a few booths behind me working on their homework. One minute, they were speaking in algebraic tongues. The next minute one of them was randomly hollering, "Can I get a free donut?"

That led to a conversation about what they would do for a free donut. One decided he would get a tattoo of a donut on his arm. The other said he would stand on the street corner and sing a song about donuts. When they weren't doing their homework or tossing suggestions of free donuts into the universe, they were making comments pseudo-under their breaths about the people who came into the shop. Nothing mean. Just immature, though I could tell that they felt very grown up indeed, sitting at Dunkin' Donuts doing their homework.

Until one of them picked up his phone and said, "Mommy, can you come pick us up?"