It was the summer of 1991. Big Daddy Jode and I were hanging out at a Dunkin Donuts on Clark St. In Chicago. It was the middle of the night. We were somewhat delirious from helping our friend move. I remember thinking it was the best cup of coffee I had ever had. Big Daddy was animatedly telling a story, arms flailing about. He knocked his cup of coffee in his lap. He jumped up and shouted "I SCORCHED MY WANG!" The store went silent. Everyone in the store was looking at us. Big Daddy turned around and ran out of the store. I couldn't bear to leave that delicious brew, so I grabbed my cup of scorching hot perfection and chased him all the way to the train. While we were waiting for our train, a guy named Dino noticed our tattoos and introduced himself. He proceeded to drop trou to show us the dinosaur he had tattooed on his ass. It looked like Dino from the Flintstones.
I think about every time I see the Dunkin logo.
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