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We are now in Connecticut where it occurred to me that Dunkin Donuts never has any publicity problems with holiday iconography …
… It’s almost enough to make you think that another chain drawing ire is just an elaborate, and yet thinly veiled, earned media campaign.
Also, no matter how big you make it – this is supposedly 20 ounces – the large hot chocolate will never be large enough.
From earlier today:
At the vet, picking up the special food our special cat demands, I saw this sign:
I assume these signs are meant to keep them from living together. Or maybe it’s some other joke.
Look, you don’t have to be nice, or even hospitable, like some people are fond of saying. But I’m not asking too much for a little situational awareness. Yes I am, situational awareness has been directly tied to common sense and you can only get that if you’re willing to pay premium prices. I get it.
But still:
The guy stood there, on his phone, for about four minutes. No one else in the restaurant was thirsty, and it wasn’t his concern anyway.
Except for me. I just stood there, watching, waiting, wondering, more and more impressed by his obliviousness. Phones are a too-powerful intoxicant for some people.
Here’s another example today:
This elevator services three floors, you’re not on it for long. How is it that you take off your headband, hang it on the handrail and forget about it by the time you’ve gotten to where you need to be? I don’t bet on anything, but it is even-money that this was another phone-related distraction.
If that thing belonged to the same guy, it would be perfect, but I don’t know that there’s serendipity enough for that sort of thing, an hour and a city block removed from one another.
Six miles after a week of back spasms, 13°.
"I admire your dedication," a guy said at the end of my run.
"That's the wrong word," I said. pic.twitter.com/VUFfBGxTBB
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) December 14, 2016
Or, the murder of maple leaves:
This was on a campus sidewalk near our building. You don’t have to go far just now to see the crime scene that brings on winter.
On the way to lunch, the two roads were oddly quiet and empty. So I stood in the center and looked down Kirkwood Avenue:
Campus is behind us. A load of stores and student-caliber restaurants and bars and downtown are in front of us.
