Holes

Here's a fun activity for your Next Dunkin Donuts Visit. A long time ago the office sisters paid a visit to our local Dunkin Donuts to pick up an order of Munchkins. The only problem is we don't like the term "munchkins," it sounds way to much like our Grandma's maiden name. Instead we thought we would call them what they really are...holes. I like the chocolate holes and Office Doll (that's our other sister) likes the powdered ones. "We would like some holes please." The helpful employee began tossing the holes into the sack and I stopped him, "I don't want her holes touching my holes, they're dusty. May we have the holes in separate bags please?" Office Knight chimes in "Who has dusty holes?" I reply, "Office Doll has dusty holes, I don't want them touching mine, I don't like the dust." At this point I see these bright eyes under his Dunkin Donuts' visor dashing around with glee accompanied by a smirk. This man thinks that the double entendre is an accident. His equally pleased colleague is using his peripheral vision equally well to communicate the humor of this absurd dialogue. Finally an innocent bystander chimes in, "You guys are bad. It's Sunday." Sawree lame-o Innocent Bystander. If you're so Holy (tee hee) then what are you doing at Dunkin Donuts. Shouldn't you be sitting in a pew somewhere boring someone else. This post is dedicated to Katrine. The best Dunkin Donuts employee ever. She knows how many Equals I take depending on the size of my beverage. She doesn't work Sundays. We would never do that to Katrine.