I'm sure my eyes widened to twice their normal size. Well, as I round the corner to 50th Street I see two police men each with a Tim Hortons cup. I immediately started craving hot chocolate (despite the 80-degree weather at 9am) and wonder A) where he's visiting from that he brought the donuts and B) if it would be completely inappropriate for me to follow him and try to snag one. I had to do a double-take to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. A man was walking with a donut box that had a Tim Hortons label. This morning, I was walking down Seventh Avenue on my way to work when all of a sudden a box caught my eye. My story isn't as much of a road trip story as a street trip story. When I go on weekend road trips with my friends I INSIST that we stop at any Tim Hortons I see. When I go home to Ohio I make multiple runs for Tim Hortons hot chocolate and have to restrain myself from going several times a day. My dad would joke that Manhattan had almost everything. I live in Manhattan where I never had access to my secret (or not-so-secret) love. Some might call it an obsession I like to call it devotion.
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