I have developed a fairly disturbing addiction to Dunkin' Donuts Iced Caramel Lattes...no whipped cream, no extra sugar...nice and large. Evidence of the battle can be found in the door of my car...shrapnel of straw paper, napkins and receipts. I don't like DD coffee...but those lattes. Yum.
I find myself fantasizing about working there. About the predictable motions of making coffee, icing the donuts...clear and easy barometers of success. Smiling at customers...doling out the dozens. This is actually something I've sat and thought about at length.
That good kind of tired that comes from standing all day. Physical ache. I dream my body would be tired...but my mind clear. I would spend the rest of my time reading and learning...since there would likely be more room in this head for what I wanted to put in there.
Silly, I know.
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