Why do I stay with you when I know it's so wrong?

Wednesday · February 11, 2009 · 07:13 PM

Or when I know it’s always going to be wrong. My order, I mean. Specifically my coffee order at Dunkin’ Donuts.

A large coffee with skim milk and sugar. It’s not complicated. Yet I get the wrong coffee several times a week and I don’t understand why. I don’t stutter. I don’t change my mind half way through the order. I don’t speak with a funny accent (even on talk like a pirate day).

I just want a cup of coffee.

I could go to Starbucks, which is equally as convenient. But it’s expensive (which matters now that Obama is talking about setting salary caps at $500k, I need to watch my pennies). I used to get a corn muffin at Dunkin’ Donuts, but even that seemed like too much of a splurge – now I bring in a granola bar from home.

(By the way, I think truth in advertising laws should require the Dunkin’ Donuts corn muffin to be sold as a “sugar muffin with corn”.)

And while I’m talking about Dunkin’ Donuts, I don’t like their random apostrophe that gets added when they abbreviate “dunkin”. Their new “You Kin’ Do It!” slogan bothers me – I think it should be “you ‘kin do it”, since they’re removing the front off of the dunkin’.

Not that I know anything about spelling. Or marketing. So take what I say with a grain of salt and a cup of coffee. And perhaps some donuts or those glazed donut hole treats.