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The year is 2015. A portly, middle-aged man slips quietly through an alley in the early morning darkness, somewhere in midtown Manhattan. He trips over several homeless people and steps on the tail of a cat which emits a loud screech that echoes for several city blocks.<\/p>\n
Startled, he now walks more briskly, afraid that the ruckus may have attracted the attention of the local food police. He is risking much. His career as a successful stockbroker and reputation as a solid family man would be ruined should he be discovered.<\/p>\n
He comes to a nondescript, dilapidated building with a steel door. He knocks once, twice, then three times in rapid succession. After what seems like an interminable pause, a small slot slides open.<\/p>\n
“Yeah, waddya want?” comes the gruff voice from inside.<\/p>\n
The man, who is now slightly winded and plenty nervous, blurts out just a little too loudly, “Sugar and spice and everything nice!”<\/p>\n
“Shhhhhh, speak easy wouldya?” replies the proprietor. “Let me see the dough first.”<\/p>\n
The customer reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crisp Ben Franklin and passes it through the slot and into the glaze-covered fingers of the owner. A second later, the man is startled as a second, larger slot slides open at the bottom of the door.<\/p>\n
“There you go, youse guys enjoy ’em.”<\/p>\n
The customer leans over with some difficulty and picks up the cardboard box. He opens the lid slightly to make sure all is legit. The aroma which wafts through his nostrils and the sight of the dozen golden and glazed Dunkin’ Donuts produces the predictable Pavlovian response at the corners of his mouth. He is tempted to plop right down there in the middle of the alley and eat his fill, but then he remembers his wife and kids who are eagerly and anxiously awaiting his return.<\/p>\n
He shoves the box beneath his oversized overcoat and begins to retrace his steps in the early morning darkness; he must be careful to be home before the sun begins to rise over Lady Liberty and before the early morning food patrols begin.<\/p>\n