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       Stardate: 20220502.2310
       Location: the lab
       Input Device: Dell 7202
       Audio: Smashing Pumpkin's "Gish" album
       Visual: station of the werk
       Emotional: chillastic 
       
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       I was at this shopping mall in the food court wanting to get me a 
       MLJ (Maple Long John) from Dunkin' D, so I stood in line.  When I 
       got to the counter, there was this middle-aged lady.  She had her 
       red hair in a bun and was wearing old lady glasses, a Dunkin' Donuts 
       shirt, and a Dunkin' Donuts visor.  
       
       She said, "Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts."  
       
       And then she said it again.  
       
       "Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts."  
       
       Before I could say anything, she said it again.  
       
       "Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts."  
       
       I told her to stop it.  
       
       "Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts."  
       
       I was starting to get upset. And then she said it again.  I told her 
       to stop saying that, but she would not.  
       
       "Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts."  
       
       I got really frustrated and asked to see a manager.  
       
       "Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts."  
       
       The other employees there just kept working and did not mind her.  
       
       "Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts."  
       
       I got triggered and went into this punk rawk rage, messing up the 
       counter, throwing coffee cups, straws, and napkins, smacking over 
       the creamer, slamming my fists on the counter  and yelling at her. 
       
       "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
       
       "Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts."  
       
       The manager finally came out and I yelled at her, 
       
       "FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD, WILL YOU TELL HER TO SHUT THE FUCK UP?!?!"
       
       "Welcome to Dunkin' Donuts."  
       
       I grabbed a napkin dispenser and chucked it at the trays of 
       donuts behind them, donuts rolling everywhere. The manager bent 
       the Dunkin' lady forward and revealed a switch on the back of her 
       neck, along with a copper plate which was embossed with, 
       "North Central Positronics."  She flipped the switch and there 
       was silence.
       
       That's when I woke up and realized that my wife had turned off the 
       alarm clock.
       
       BTW, I just finished watching the second season of Westworld and on 
       the last book of Stephen King's Dark Tower saga.
       
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