Where does the good go

Random Story that Makes Me Laugh

A few weeks ago, Alceste and I were on our way to the Air Conditioned City.
Before we started the drive, we stopped at a Dunkin’ Donuts.
The line snaked all the way to the back of the gas station convenience store.
We were at the very end of the line, so I decided to just grab some chips or chocolate rather than wait.
Less than a minute after we walked in, a mother and her son comes into the store. (It’s irrelevant to the story, but I always find this interesting, so I will share. The mom was white and the boy was african-american (or presumably, half african-american.) The boy looked about 11 or 12.
They come into the store and the mom looks at the line and says to the kid:
“Tyler, look at this line? Do you want to stand on this line for one donut?”
I try to help her out by getting back on the line, so that it now curves down the other aisle.
Tyler is not dissuaded.
“Yes, mom.”
She sighs, but the two of them get behind me.
A few seconds later, Tyler says:
“Mom can I get a yoo hoo?”
“Can I get a milk?”
“Can I get an orange juice?”
“How many donuts can I have?”
“I told you. One.”
Now Tyler sighs.
“So, we’re going to stand on this long line and just get one donut. That doesn’t make any sense.”
“That’s what I said. Let’s go.”
“No. Let me get another donut…or a drink.”
This is where I burst out laughing despite my valient efforts to snicker silently.
Ah, kids say the darndest things.

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