late night snack.

The hubby and I have this problem where we get hungry late at night. Even after we have dinner, maybe an hour later, we'll look at eachother and say, "I'm hungry." It's a plague on our lives, but *sigh* we always succumb. We try to keep it healthy, whole wheat crackers and cheese, or low fat blueberry muffin from Dunkin Donuts. "Dee Doe's" as the hubby has aptly nicknamed it, is our one stop late night snack shop. He loves their iced coffee's and I love... well anything sweet.
Last night, after coming back from Boca we both wanted Dee Does, but we had to go to the one that's near Calvary.

Now, this Dee Doe's is near the interstate and in a somewhat commercial area of town. You would think it was a bit nice and employed a staff that was easy to understand. Definitley not the case for this one. When we walked in, there was the distinct feeling of old and an owner who is uninterested in keeping the atmosphere clean. There was a table of 3 teenagers by the front door, and they themselves looked a bit tired and worn, hair dishelved, clothes untucked and wrinkley. At the Dee Does right next to our house, it has a very posh atmosphere. There are couches and comfy sofa chairs to sit in if you want to lounge around. Usually, there are people there reading the newspaper or studying. This "broke" Dee Does was furnished with cold metal chairs and formica table tops, no comfy chairs or coffee tables.
All I wanted was a reduced fat blueberry muffin and a Tropicana slush (and orange juice slushie thing).. Nothing outrageous. When I get to the counter, there is the typical Dee Doe cashier. For some reason, the hubby and I have found that most Dee Doe's are owned by Indians and so the employees are as well. Totally cool. I mean hey, they have the monopoly on the Dee Doe's like the Vietnamese have on nail shops. Whatever floats your boat. So this woman, I asked her for a Tropicana slushie, and I even pointed to the picture for more emphasis and she started to mutter something indecipherable. It went something like this:

Me: Are those muffins reduced fat? ( I say as I point to the muffins.)
Her: Chori Chori
Me: (confused) So, they are reduced fat?
Her: Um gori.
Me: (confused even more but just wanting my muffin) Okay? Can I also get a Tropicana Coolatta? (pointing at the picture so she doesn't hand me a bottle of OJ)
Her: Chori chori, Sorry, um Gori, chori chori, no can't, um gori, the guy tried before, chori chori (She then walks to the back, still muttering indecipherable English, in all honesty it sounded like Indian, and she picks up the tiniest jug of Frozen OJ and shows it to me.) um.. the guy, chori chori, he tried, see. um gori.
Me: ????????????????
Her: sorry, chori chori (and she keeps showing me the jug)
Me: (still befuddled) okay, I'll just take the muffin
the hubby: No, babe let's just go to the other Dee Doe's.
Me: Sorry, nevermind, thanks.

And we leave. I realy wanted the muffin and Coolatta, so we went to the "posh" Dee Does.