Denny, known throughout the City by this name and this name only, was casually driven to the ER by Ma after it was ascertained he damaged his dermis on his Dunks’ run.
“I knew I was taking a risk double fisting those icy bad boys, so I broke out into a jog when I noticed my hands were starting to freeze to the cups. My slippers kept falling off though, so I just walked eventually, and funny, the pain faded so I thought I was good.But no way was I dropping those coffees.”
His Ma knew right away that Denny needed medical attention. Once his hands thawed free of the cup, she made her toast, drank her coffee, listened to the emergency scanner, washed the floor, and said a novena. Then she rushed him to the hospital, where she fought with EMTs when she double parked and blocked them in.
“Those EMTs can wait a minute. My brave boy already walked through the cold. I was dropping him right at the door.”She continued, “I don’t know why Denny didn’t wear the mittens I made him for Christmas. I used that yuppie yarn from the store that sells only yarn and needles. I don’t know how they stay in business. Anyway, all of this could’ve been prevented and now Boston City Hospital is going to be calling collections on us because we gave them an expired insurance card and Denny had me grab some scrubs for his recovery lounge wear.”
Denny has a message for Governor Healy should she read this, “My suffering didn’t have to happen. This City needs more Dunkin Donuts, and I need one closer than .3 miles or the better one that is .5 away from my house. I suggest you get right to that if you want anyone to take you seriously.
If you’d like to help Denny and family as they face innumerable medical expenses, and the additional costs associated with calling Uber Eats to deliver coffee until spring, please click on the link to let all of Denny’s uncles, aunts, cousins, step parents, sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, and elderly neighbors, who are like family, know that you support them as he faces this tough recovery.