My well had ran dry. I had been using ink frivolously. I tried to print the fifteen copies for the Writer’s Club and it looked like I was using invisible ink. I popped out the cartridges and headed to Walgreen’s for a refill.
The clerk said it would take a while so I said I would return shortly. I wanted to use up that $2 credit I had for Dunkin Donuts at the store a few doors away. Don’t ask me how I got it, all I know was that it was in my wallet.
The young lad said that it was Tax Relief day and it was free. I misunderstood him, I thought the coffee was free but in actuality he was talking about the donuts. He asked me what size coffee I wanted and I said, “Medium, with just a touch of cream.” He said it was $1.69 for the coffee. I couldn’t believe it. I handed him that card and he swiped it, handed it back and said I had $0.30 credit coming. I said the only thing he sold for $0.30 was the smell of a donut. He said he had donut holes. I told him I belch when I have thin air but I’ll have one because that’s all I can afford. He put one in my bag, swiped the card and said I had three cents credit. I told him to keep the change.
(image of donuts courtesy of digital art, image of coffee courtesy of nongpimmy, image of credit card by Idea go, all images courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net)
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