Warning: Language.
Apologies for the length. It's run a bit longer than I wanted.
Let's quickly recap my day:
(9:40am) Wake up and go to class.
(10:10am-1:10pm) Classes.
(1:20pm) Grab lunch and eat it while waiting for lab to start.
(2:30pm-4:20pm) Lab. It's "design your own lab to solve the problem" day. Superb.
(4:45pm-6:00pm) All-you-can-eat wings at a nearby restaurant/bar with the paintball team.
(6:15pm) Witness lanky white paintball guy take on Asian video-game feet of other paintball guy in DDR. White guy loses. Badly.
(6:30pm-9:30pm) Laser tag with paintball team. Steamroll all competition, eventually are required to split up our team so we don't dominate so much.
(9:45pm) Get free pizza from Sbarro as they're closing. The employee is officially the man for giving the six of us a whole large cheese pizza cut in sixths.
(10:00pm) Finish dropping off other paintball guys and call girlfriend who needs a ride to Target.
(10:10pm, 10:15pm, and 10:20pm) Calls from girlfriend, but phone is malfunctioning repeatedly. Become frustrated.
(10:30pm) Use texts to successfully communicate that I'm going to come by her building soon and ask if she wants anything from Dunkies.
And here my day starts coming apart and the real story begins.
Once inside Dunkies, I get in line behind the two other people that are waiting, and who are currently being served. Guy and girlfriend (apparently). Guy is unshaven (probably for days, maybe studying for finals next week?) and somewhat agitated. I begin keeping a wary eye on him while I check the drive-thru timer. Timer indicates that next car has been waiting for four minutes. I rationalize that this is probably indicative of the time taken to make guy and girlfriend's food. Guy rationalizes differently.
SC: Unkempt and obviously aggravated 20ish-year-old.
GF: Girlfriend of the above. God knows why.
DD: Dunkies' employee. A very fast server (important).
Me: 5'11", ~150lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, dressed in a knee-length pea coat and armed with a hidden kubaton.
(Note that there are two people sitting at one of the tables, and two people behind me in line at this point. I am guessing, from the general manner of the people, that at least one was an employee taking his break. However, as I couldn't really see them from my spot in line, I cannot be sure.)
SC: What's taking so long? (Or something similar)
DD: Nothing, here you go sir. (Places coffees on counter.) That'll be $XX.XX.
SC: The fuck, (Hauls out wallet.) you took fucking long enough.
DD: Sorry, there was a car in the drive thru. I was serving them when you arrived.
SC: Well what's he doing bullshitting around there for? (Indicating on-break or off-the-clock employee.)
DD: He's (mumble, either "on break" or "clocked out" or some excuse along those lines).
SC: What? Well fuck this! You're so goddamn slow making fucking coffee. (Walks to sugar and stirrers while GF waits for change.) You're lucky I don't come over there and bust your head open.
Me: *ADRENALINE SPIKE* (To SC, in head) Whoa, take it easy dude. Sure, maybe he took a while but there's no need to get violent over it. (Aloud) Mmm...
GF: (To DD) Thanks. (Leaves no tip, exits.)
Me: (Watches couple exiting.)
SC: (Death glare when he notices me looking, but keeps walking.)
The rest of the incident was fairly uneventful, and is too long to warrant typing out, but suffice to say that they were out of hot chocolate (my first request) but that I got a coffee instead, quickly and without any hassle. DD agreed that SC's type come out of the woodwork in numbers around holiday time.
After I returned to my car with my new delicious caffeine fix, I realized that keeping my mouth shut was definitely the safest option, as SC (who I affectionately nicknamed "cockgobbler" in my head) was liable to go absolutely apeshit if anyone tried to defuse the situation.
I'm glad I had my kubaton though (highly recommended as one of the very few legal weapons that don't require licenses and can be concealed as well, at least in Massachusetts) as I would likely have had my ass handed to me by SC (much heavier than myself, looked like one of the "yeah I grunt when I lift, because everyone should see how fucking jacked and tan I am" types) had I been without it and opened my mouth. Luckily, my survival instinct kicked in and I wasn't so stupid as to be in either situation.
The rest of my day involved arguing briefly with my girlfriend (though it seemed longer because I hate arguing with her) because we both misunderstood each other's plans, our making up, and my cooking a pot (hooray innovative coffeemaker use!) of orzo in chicken broth.
Anyone else had any close encounters with the violent kind lately?
Apologies for the length. It's run a bit longer than I wanted.
Let's quickly recap my day:
(9:40am) Wake up and go to class.
(10:10am-1:10pm) Classes.
(1:20pm) Grab lunch and eat it while waiting for lab to start.
(2:30pm-4:20pm) Lab. It's "design your own lab to solve the problem" day. Superb.

(4:45pm-6:00pm) All-you-can-eat wings at a nearby restaurant/bar with the paintball team.
(6:15pm) Witness lanky white paintball guy take on Asian video-game feet of other paintball guy in DDR. White guy loses. Badly.
(6:30pm-9:30pm) Laser tag with paintball team. Steamroll all competition, eventually are required to split up our team so we don't dominate so much.
(9:45pm) Get free pizza from Sbarro as they're closing. The employee is officially the man for giving the six of us a whole large cheese pizza cut in sixths.
(10:00pm) Finish dropping off other paintball guys and call girlfriend who needs a ride to Target.
(10:10pm, 10:15pm, and 10:20pm) Calls from girlfriend, but phone is malfunctioning repeatedly. Become frustrated.
(10:30pm) Use texts to successfully communicate that I'm going to come by her building soon and ask if she wants anything from Dunkies.
And here my day starts coming apart and the real story begins.
Once inside Dunkies, I get in line behind the two other people that are waiting, and who are currently being served. Guy and girlfriend (apparently). Guy is unshaven (probably for days, maybe studying for finals next week?) and somewhat agitated. I begin keeping a wary eye on him while I check the drive-thru timer. Timer indicates that next car has been waiting for four minutes. I rationalize that this is probably indicative of the time taken to make guy and girlfriend's food. Guy rationalizes differently.
SC: Unkempt and obviously aggravated 20ish-year-old.
GF: Girlfriend of the above. God knows why.
DD: Dunkies' employee. A very fast server (important).
Me: 5'11", ~150lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, dressed in a knee-length pea coat and armed with a hidden kubaton.
(Note that there are two people sitting at one of the tables, and two people behind me in line at this point. I am guessing, from the general manner of the people, that at least one was an employee taking his break. However, as I couldn't really see them from my spot in line, I cannot be sure.)
SC: What's taking so long? (Or something similar)
DD: Nothing, here you go sir. (Places coffees on counter.) That'll be $XX.XX.
SC: The fuck, (Hauls out wallet.) you took fucking long enough.
DD: Sorry, there was a car in the drive thru. I was serving them when you arrived.
SC: Well what's he doing bullshitting around there for? (Indicating on-break or off-the-clock employee.)
DD: He's (mumble, either "on break" or "clocked out" or some excuse along those lines).
SC: What? Well fuck this! You're so goddamn slow making fucking coffee. (Walks to sugar and stirrers while GF waits for change.) You're lucky I don't come over there and bust your head open.
Me: *ADRENALINE SPIKE* (To SC, in head) Whoa, take it easy dude. Sure, maybe he took a while but there's no need to get violent over it. (Aloud) Mmm...
GF: (To DD) Thanks. (Leaves no tip, exits.)
Me: (Watches couple exiting.)
SC: (Death glare when he notices me looking, but keeps walking.)
The rest of the incident was fairly uneventful, and is too long to warrant typing out, but suffice to say that they were out of hot chocolate (my first request) but that I got a coffee instead, quickly and without any hassle. DD agreed that SC's type come out of the woodwork in numbers around holiday time.
After I returned to my car with my new delicious caffeine fix, I realized that keeping my mouth shut was definitely the safest option, as SC (who I affectionately nicknamed "cockgobbler" in my head) was liable to go absolutely apeshit if anyone tried to defuse the situation.
I'm glad I had my kubaton though (highly recommended as one of the very few legal weapons that don't require licenses and can be concealed as well, at least in Massachusetts) as I would likely have had my ass handed to me by SC (much heavier than myself, looked like one of the "yeah I grunt when I lift, because everyone should see how fucking jacked and tan I am" types) had I been without it and opened my mouth. Luckily, my survival instinct kicked in and I wasn't so stupid as to be in either situation.
The rest of my day involved arguing briefly with my girlfriend (though it seemed longer because I hate arguing with her) because we both misunderstood each other's plans, our making up, and my cooking a pot (hooray innovative coffeemaker use!) of orzo in chicken broth.
Anyone else had any close encounters with the violent kind lately?


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