(Before I go on, let me express my fervent wish that this greatest of all American corporations, this purveyor of manna from the heavens, this company whose glorious wares make life worth living, may thrive and prosper for a thousand generations. Nay, a thousand times a thousand.)
But I digress.
This particular Dunkin’ Donuts has been closed for renovations for some time now. There’s a large banner strung across the front of the shop announcing that fact. The exterior signs are turned off. Contractors’ trucks are scattered all over the parking lot, day and night. And whenever I walk by early in the morning, there are no lights on inside, because the workers have yet to arrive for the day.
In other words, the place is pitch-dark.
Notwithstanding all that, a sugar-crazed, caffeine-addicted motorist pulled into the parking lot one morning recently, peered at the empty shop in disbelief and then sat in his car for a while, seemingly too shocked to process reality and move on.
Finally, he turned around and drove off.
The impossible-to-ignore banner, the fleet of renovators' vehicles, the eerie darkness of an empty doughnut shop bereft of all sweets - Oblivious Man saw none of it on his dazed drive.
If this guy ever "witnesses" a grisly murder, let’s hope the prosecution doesn’t hang its case on his powers of observation, because that's one killer who will get off scot-free.
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