I've been thinking about donuts for like the last 5 days straight.
I just really wanted one.
So, finally, after going to the gym last night, I made my way to get some donuts. That makes sense.
I had found this donut shop that stayed open decently late for a donut shop and made my way. It's in maybe a sketchier part of town, but I was not alarmed.
The guy working the counter was an older gentleman, with longer, white hair and gaps between his teeth. We had a pleasant conversation where he told me he worked for donuts. I guess that's better than money?
But really, I respect that.
Anyways, he mentioned there were some fresh donuts in the back and I told him to surprise me with a few. Which he did, and then he threw in a bear claw for free.
I think I found the love of my life. With a side of donuts.