On Saturday, I went to Dunkin Donuts. I like the donut holes(Munchkins) they have. Phil and I usually go in and eat, but since he was not feeling well, I left him at home and decided to go through the drive through instead.
I decided on the 50 Munchkins, instead of 25, not because we are pigs, but because I figured we could eat them over the next several days. (As I write this, we still haven’t finished them.) The price difference wasn’t that big either. For 50 Munchkins, it cost $5.99, I think.
When I got to the window, a young black man asked if I wanted all the flavors. I told them yeah, and off he went to fill my box with assorted Munchkins. A few minutes later, he came back to the window with a bulging box.
“Be careful,” he said. “It’s stuffed for you.”
I told him thank you, and drove back home. When I opened the box, I knew immediately that I had more tan 50 Munchkins. Phil thought I should count them.
Would you believe that for $5.99, plus tax, I ended up getting 106 Munchkins? Yeah, 106. I totally think I got my money’s worth.