On the way home from my semi-annual jog this morning, I couldn’t help but notice ELEVEN cars in line at the Dunkin Donuts drive through. Call me crazy, but if you’re an able bodied individual under the age of, say, 65, and there are ELEVEN cars in front of you, don’t you think it might be time to park your f*cking car and burn a few pre-emptive Munchkin calories by, you know, walking a few steps?
Granted, I had just finished jogging an entire two miles (Rio, here I come!) so I was feeling rather self-righteous in the fitness department. (Two miles plus a half song of crunches I might add and yes, “a half song” is a valid unit of measurement.)
But still, is it really that difficult to walk?
It was gorgeous out, and I’m pretty sure that it takes way more songs to wait in the drive through line than it does to park, walk inside and place your order. Plus, by going inside you can ensure that you get the very best of the donuts by pointing to the ones you want. (Not that there are any “best” donuts as a far as I’m concerned; I’m a Krispy Kreme gal myself.)