Apparently, the SEC has its own, personal Dunkin' Donuts. That is, it's located inside the SEC building, so unless you get wanded, and presumably, inveigle someone to tell security you belong there, you cannot get in.

I'm mad enough that the government has put metal detectors between me and the airplane. But when government security is standing between me and my french crullers, I think they've gone too damn far.

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