AN ODE TO THE SUMMERTIME PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE
it’s the first day of august and we wake up to a push notification from dunkin’ telling us
that the highly coveted psl is back and better than ever due to a new super-secret recipe change.
excited for the unofficial start of fall and late night scary movie binge sessions that come with it,
we throw on our pumpkin spice t-shirts and hop in the car
making our my way over to the good dunkin’
the one 5 minutes past the mall
right next to the kay jewelers that shares a parking lot with 7-eleven.
once there, the employees greet us with cheers,
congratulating us that we’re the first psl order of the season, as they hand us our drinks with matching pumpkin scones and all.
we barely make it out of the store before diving straight in, mouth first.
the first sip is amazing: life now has meaning, purpose.
the second sip: a little less amazing — but still ok.
by the third sip, the sugary syrup fades
and all we’re left with is a crappy cup of coffee reminiscent of a glade plug-in candle that exploded after too much usage in a guest bathroom.
disappointment settles in and i haven’t been this sad since that time in youth soccer
when i scored a goal and did my happy dance in the middle of the field
only to find out that my goal was for the opposing team,
causing us to lose the championship game.
heartbreak, i’m sure,
has never felt
this bad.
