Sunday Morning at Dunkin' Donuts

I try to daven (pray) in a minyan every morning.

And, for many reasons, I also like to ride my bike very early.

Luckily, a local synagogue has what's known as a Vasikin Minyan. In the summer, that Minyan begins at right around 5 am allowing me to achieve both of the above-noted goals.

This Sunday, I got up an extra 15 minutes early in order to have time to go to Dunkin' Donuts and get a big iced coffee and a egg and cheese croissant (for after my ride).

I got to the store at 4:46 a.m. assuming that I'd have plenty of time to get to the minyan which started, that day, at 5:04. Not an unreasonable assumption.

Wrong!

The store was full of people who, evidently, were on their way home from their Saturday night revelry. The only types of people who were not in full supply were Dunkin' Donuts employees.

Directly in front of me were three not-small woman (in the horizontal sense of the word) dressed in their very revealing finest. While they were certainly revealing much more than I personally wished to see, I digress. After they finally ordered their sweetened (not-with-Splenda) tea, donuts and bagels with cream cheese, I found myself running late. I did not even have time to order the sandwich, instead opting for a donut.

At least I got my iced coffee.

Memo to self: When it comes to Dunkin' Donuts on Sunday mornings, remember that one man's ceiling is another man's floor.