The dog and the pig return

For many years, I stopped at the Dunkin’ Donuts on Route 1 before work.  I stopped doing that when I started to go to the gym before I went to the office.  However, there are other Dunkin’ Donutses in the world.  In particular, there is one in Littleton, New Hampshire.  I stopped there for some coffee, but the clerk was going to give me the dregs from a pot that had been boiling all day.  I politely declined and asked her to make a fresh pot.  With very poor grace, she made a pot, took my money, and gave me change, without a word.  As I was leaving, I heard her raging to somebody in the back, probably the owner.  I don’t know what exactly she said, but her tone was clear and I know the French words for “pig” and “dog.”  I’m not sure which one I was.  

A year or two later, I stopped in there with my brother Steve, and I had briefed him on my previous experience.  He said that we should go in and announce ourselves, saying, “The pig and the dog are back”: “Le cochon et le chien sont retournès.”  But we were too poulet-merde to do so.


7 responses to “The dog and the pig return”

  1. Kathleen Dalphonse Avatar
    Kathleen Dalphonse

    I love it! I am so spoiled by the donuts at the Little Tavern on Route One but I remember how the NH people love their Dunkin Donuts and you don’t want to face the wrath of those French Canadian transplants.

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  2. I know NO FRENCH, but I can make out what “poulet” and “merge” mean! And what about the Canadian favorite Tim Horton’s?

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  3. Michele Uhler Avatar
    Michele Uhler

    I love this story, not just because it involves a pig and a dog, but, because you asked the server to make a fresh pot of coffee. Bravo!

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  4. I’m loving all these anecdotes! But dagnab it, wouldn’t you know that the Like button refused to work for me? Gave me a blank WordPress pop-up. Anyway, I Like big-time.

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  5. Ellen Goldlust Avatar
    Ellen Goldlust

    Hah!

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  6. Roger Dalrymple Avatar
    Roger Dalrymple

    I once got a cup of joe at a 7/11 that had been sitting all night, and was literally undrinkable. Should have asked for a fresh pot. Never again.

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  7. mikecreveling Avatar
    mikecreveling

    On Rt 1 in Alexandria VA there was BBQ joint “The Dixie Pig” that sold more beer than barbeque. We called it the Dixie Keg. Right across Rt 1 was Dunkin Donuts! So at 2 AM, full of pulled pork, coleslaw, and beer, queezy and drunk, we’d decide what we NEEDED was hot coffee and donuts.

    We did this “cure” every time and it never worked!

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