Prison

Okay, so we all know that sometimes all we need is a good laugh. Or something/someone to make us smile. So, to all of you who do that for me-- thanks, your next drink is on me. My friend posted this recently, and I am stealing it and re-posting it on my blog. She is hilarious. I will only indicate her identity as Aunt Slugger. She has a blog of her own, so maybe you've heard of her. Thanks again, Aunt Slugger.

Aunt Slugger:

"This is not really meant to be a criticism of the woman running the Express Beverage Line at Dunkin Donuts, because she is efficient as hell and she must be some kind of prodigy for memorizing every drink consumed by every bedraggled John Hancock Tower employee that crosses the threshold, but I now no longer have a choice in my morning beverage, because she has it ready for me when I get up to the register in the morning. I like to vary it up. Maybe I want a pumpkin flavor shot today, coconut tomorrow...or maybe I don't even want coffee. Maybe I want a hot chocolate. This must be what prison is like."