I got a message from the realtor that a package for me had arrived at their offices and could I stop by to pick it up. Who could it be from? I went to get it and found it was from my uncle Tony. There is a backstory here. When I was staying with Mike out in LA, his cupboards were full of bags of Dunkin Donuts coffee, since LA is challenged in that department. Our New England roots have ruined us for any other kind of coffee. Starbucks hasn’t made a dent in my taste. So Mike’s dad, my uncle Tony, sends Mike packages of bags of coffee periodically, so that Mike basically has a lifetime supply – and when his guests from that area (uhm, his 500 cousins) come to visit, we can have the kind of coffee we adore. I thought that was so funny and sweet at the time. “I love uncle Tony,” I said to Mike, as he opened up yet another box with Dunkin Donuts logos all over it.<\/p>\n
I walked into the real estate office this morning, and the nice lady there said, “Your package is right there” – I looked, and saw the tell-tale orange and pink lettering and logos all over the box. You are kidding me. I am on Block Island for a MONTH (and no, there are no Dunkin Donuts out here), and so my uncle Tony who knows about my trip (the entire free world which basically equals both sides of my family knows about my trip) took it upon himself to send me a couple bags of Dunkin Donuts coffee, because he knew I’d be aching for it.<\/p>\n
I was so touched. I started laughing. All the women in the office started laughing too. One said, “You’re just like my husband. He goes away for only a weekend and he has to bring a bag of Dunkin Donuts coffee.”<\/p>\n
Nothing like it on earth.<\/p>\n
Thank you, Uncle Tony. You’re the best.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I got a message from the realtor that a package for me had arrived at their offices and could I stop by to pick it up. Who could it be from? I went to get it and found it was … Continue reading