Charity Case

This past weekend, Shawn, Mae, Rei and I went to Dunkin' Donuts for coffee and, well, you know, some donuts. A few bites into my first donut, Reilly decided that she didn't like her chocolate milk and asked if I would get her a water.

While I waited in line, two men came in the door. The older man, a white guy with the same color hair, told the younger man, a latino, that he could have whatever he wanted. In broken english, the younger man said that he didn't know what to get, that he had never been in a Dunkin' Donuts before.

The older man suggested that he pick out some donuts and a coffee. The younger man said that he didn't drink coffee and didn't really eat much sugar.

The older man, a bit crestfallen, said that maybe he should have picked McDonalds. The younger man, seeing he had hurt his benefactor, backpedaled and said, yes, a donut is okay. And an orange juice.