Yesterday the second grade at Jordan's school had an event. Parents were asked to supply breakfast.
I volunteered to bring coffee. You can never have too much coffee, right?
The Dunkin Donuts was surprisingly empty when I arrived. There was one person at the counter, asking for one of the new donuts. This new donut, which I think was actually pain au chocolat, would not ring up.
The man ordering kept pointing at the donut tray and saying, "It's $1.49."
But it wouldn't ring up. It went back and forth like this until the attendant got the manager.
So then it was my turn. I asked how many cups per box. Eleven. I ordered two boxes of coffee.
By the time the boxes were ready, there was quite a line. The manager rang up my order while the other guy filled a bag with cups and creamer and such.
He put the boxes and the bag together on the counter and said, "Do you need help? Is it just you?"
I didn't think, until immediately afterwards, about the fact that they were heavy, and that these men assumed I was driving, and were offering to help carry them to my car.
So I replied, in front of everyone, "Oh, I'm taking them to school. I could never drink all this coffee all by myself!"