We left the Crown Plaza and hit up a Dunkin Donuts. The joint was located right next to a farmer's market. I wanted to go check it out, but I knew Dave was in a hurry so we pulled over and I jumped out the car and headed to the DD. The place was run by a bunch of eastern european ladies...a change from NY where other minorites own the donut service market. I ordered 2 sesame bagels with cream cheese, a small coffee for dave, an oj for dave and a water for me. I thought about getting an OJ too, but Id just brushed my teeth so water seemed a better option for the ole taste buds. Service was slow and required three people: one to ask me if I wanted coffee and to pour that coffee, one to ring up my order very slowly, and other to prepare the bagels while making jokes in another language with her co-worker.
But now we're fed and semi-hydrated. The traffic has slowed on I-495, near exit 46 to Merimack, or whatever that sign just said... Dave is in a better mood and Pink Floyd is playing on the radio "Hey! Teacher, leave those kids alone!" hahah. There are large white cumulus clouds gathering in the sky. I said thunderstorm. Dave says that the standard Vermont/ Massachusetts sky. We are trying to remember the band members from Pink Floyd and where they might possibly be.