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I had this dream that enabled me to wake up on time. Mostly because it was vaguely unpleasant and weird. It was kind of like Groundhog Day combined with a bad cheesy horror/drama. In it, I had 4 siblings (!) and my older brother got hit in the head with an asteroid and turned malevolent. He wasn't actually a zombie, but he'd decided he needed to kill us all. It was kind of gruesome. Plus, I'd seen the movie, I knew how it ended (hello, no survivors), and I was trying *desperately* to change the outcome, and it so wasn't working. I think this was partially brought on by reading an article about and then pondering the story of Dawn of the Dead before bed. The zombies have eaten my brain.

Adventures in fast food

On Sunday I had some oddness with fast food places. During the second experience, they tried to give our order to someone else. I'm glad those people were paying attention. But it's the first experience that has me looking for a different local Dunkin Donuts. See, I moved during the summer, and so the one I used to go to, with it's crew of way cool happy little Peruvian women is probably the 3rd or 4th closest now. So I go to the one in Monmouth Junction, I was in a hurry, this seemed like an okay plan. Here's what happened...

It's around 1pm. First I wait. There are three or four people working there. There are two customers there. For some reason, their orders are taking a while. Eventually I get served.

Workerguy: What would you like?

Me: Egg 'n cheese on a plain bagel.

Workerguy hesitates... then: No plain. Wheat?

I look and say: I'll take poppyseed.

Workerguy stares at me for 20 seconds or so: So you want a poppyseed bagel?

Me: Yes.

Workerguy hesitates again... : Toasted?

Me: No. Not necessary.

Workerguy: What did you want again?

Me: Egg & cheese.

Him: Nothing else?

Me: No.

He goes away for several minutes, comes back with my stuff. Asks me if I'd like anything else.

Me: Yeah, I'd like a lemonade coolata.

Workerguy: We don't have that flavor.

Me: It's on the menu.

Workerguy stares at me.

Me: I'll get a soda then.

Workerguy continues to stare at me. So I go get a soda and bring it back, as he obviously can't ring it up otherwise (unlike every other Dunkin Donuts, oddly).

Workerguy: Would you like anything else?

Me: No. (though as a matter of fact, I did want munchkins, to share with the people working on the play, but I didn't think asking him to count out fifty munchkins would be really worth it. Plus it would've taken forever.)

Workerguy: That'll be $x.

Me: So why is it on the menu if you don't serve it?

Workerguy hands me my change.

I walk out, possibly never to return.


Afterward, someone suggested that maybe it was a front, and if I'd asked for say... salsa... on my egg & cheese, that I'd've gotten drugs with it. But I somehow doubt this.