I Pity The Dunkin Donuts Workers

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Last night, I spent the evening with a few people that made me truely grateful for my sisters and their intrinsic classiness. There is much to be said for people who tip 15%, say "thank you" and are generally nice people.

These few people I was with, decided they wanted Dunkin Donut's coffee (only Lord knows why, since the stuff tastes like pond scum.) So, instead of politely placing their order, they had to go on this whole harrange of how their order was messed up this morning and they couldn't just drink plain cappicino... It was a quite long and fearsome tale. By the time they finished, the poor employee did not know what was up and what was down.

And then, at the hair salon... suffice to say, the people I was with did not understand the principles of tipping, being a good customer, or generally NOT BEING A PAIN IN THE ASS.

Moral of the story: Be nice or Sarah will write about you on her blog.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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