my school is in the same building as a dunkin donuts. during the summer all the teachers here went to dunkin donuts religiously, particularly for the tasty and refreshing grapefruit coolatas. i hadn't really noticed the steady decline of d.d. patronage until today, when a co-teacher came back to the school with a bag from the rival bakery that just sprouted up across the street, paris baguette.
then i heard the co-teacher bad-mouthing the d.d. ajuma (shopworker/keeper). the harsh reality of korean pastry/educational politics was driven home today as i was informed that the dunkin donuts owner, who has academy-aged children, sends those kids to another english institute. not ours, the school that showed its coolata loyalty during those trying summer months. so we have, in effect, boycotted dunkin donuts and its traitorous owner.
i just thought it was funny. i'm still buying my hot choco from dunkin donuts. because as far as i can remember, it was at a dunkin donuts on the "boulevard" in jeff city where i spent a few angst-filled hours of my senior prom, reject that i was, and not at a paris baguette.
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