A story of two gals and 14 donuts

Admittedly, I have fallen off the blogger wagon. I feel like a slacker, and the thought of having to play catch up only fueled my procrastination. So, I'm not going to recap the last couple months. Let's be honest; No one likes/reads those massive long blog posts that rehash everything you did in the months since you last blogged.

That is my gift to you.  Now it's time for a story.

Once upon a time...today, more specifically...My coworker and I decided it was important to support local businesses.  Of course, the best way to do this is to make a purchase.

Basically, we wanted donuts.

We drove to Krispy Kreme all a-twitter with the excitement of the sugary delights to come.  Once inside we were assaulted by the sickly sweet smell of fried dough and dripping fresh frosting. It was little overwhelming and my memory got a little hazy after that.

We ordered a dozen glazed donuts.  To recap, there were only two of us, and we ordered a dozen.  Why would we do that?  Couldn't tell you; like I said my memory is fuzzy and filled with the cloud of a contact sugar high.

As we were about to leave, a KK employee asked if we would like a sample. This seemed pretty silly to me because we already bought a dozen, it's not like they needed to sell us on their product.  We had already committed ourselves to a donut binge.  The absolute last thing we needed was another donut.

Naturally, I said I would love a sample.  Again, I have zero reasoning behind this, and am convinced Krispy Kreme slips mild narcotics into the air systems.

Said sample was so fresh it burned my lip as I bit into it.  I have never been so OK with being burned as I was in that moment.  After polishing the donut off in the car regret began to sink in as the high faded.  I started to realize what had transpired; we purchased a dozen donuts, received 14 and there were still 12 left.  I was already sick off the first one, and the thought of eating any more made my stomach churn.

After I finished the second donut my self-esteem took a plummet, and I began to question every decision I had made past 10:00 AM.  Luckily, common sense began to make its way back into my sugar-addled brain.

And that's the story of why a dozen of my coworkers got a donut, courtesy of my sugar-instigated fugue state.

The End.