CALL ME SNAKE

Yesterday, my wife and a friend pulled over in a parking lot to go to a Dunkin’ Donuts for the girls onboard. But they’d missed the cutoff and were in the parking lot just beyond. They could not easily drive to the Dunkin’ Donuts because there was a median strip, which meant getting there was a huge hassle. So they walked the 100 feet instead but the Dunkin’ Donuts was strictly drivethru and they refused to serve pedestrians. To get a donut, they had to get back in the car, drive nearly a mile and then sit in a line-up of cars. If you were ever wondering what’s wrong with this country, I finally have an answer: That’s what’s wrong.