Every morning I stop by Dunkin Donuts drive thru for a medium black coffee, or "medium coffee, black,"
if I'm feeling spontaneous that morning. I hand over my credit card, wait a bit, then get the card back
along with the receipt.
The real excitement comes as I slowly drive away from the window. A few feet from the window is an open
garbage can. I crumple up the receipt, and toss it out of my window into the garbage can while, get this, my
car is still in motion.
The exhilaration. The thrill!
Easily the highlight of my morning.
Of course, my face is emotionless when this is all said and done. Just one, fluid motion of coasting my car,
slowly approaching the garbage can, crumpling the receipt and tossing it right into the opening, giving my
car more gas to drive away while putting my window up.
I am the man.
My face is calm.
I know I'm cool.
I need not express it.
It sucks real bad when I miss, though. Puts me in a bad mood pretty quick.
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