Well hopefully if you are reading this from this point on you have read The Chocolate Donut. If not then that’s on you and I’m not about to start filling you in what this is all about.
Today for the first time I returned to the scene where I became somewhat upset with the handling of my dear chocolate donuts and eclair. Now up until today I’ve questioned vehemently my daughter’s account of the last time I was in this particular donut shop but now I must admit there may be some truth to how my daughter relates my actions and what transpired that day. No there wasn’t a repeat performance.
My husband and I entered the little shop and while I was trying to decide exactly what I wanted, it was a little later in the day and they were out of chocolate eclairs, the lady behind the counter was casually dropping my husband’s donut choices, evidently he wasn’t attractive enough, in a bag. When it came for my choices I promptly asked nicely for the lady to put them in a box. She turned around and picked up a Styrofoam container and turned back to me and suddenly stopped. She tossed that container aside and quickly reached for a box and with a look of pure terror in her eyes asked. “You prefer a box right?”
I told her that the container would be fine it not registering with me what had just happened yet and smiled at her. Now this poor woman was shaking as she reached for the container and ever so carefully placed my choices gently into that container never taking her eyes off me. You could have cut the tension with a knife around this woman as she finished with us. When I suddenly asked for a particular drink I noticed they carried the ‘Oh shit’ expression that ran across her face still didn’t register with me and this woman’s absolute terror at having to come into close contact with me.
It wasn’t until we left the shop and were getting into the car that I remembered her. Yes it was the same woman that I evidently unleashed the horrors of hell on two or three years ago. No I haven’t been in there since then, not because I was afraid or embarrassed to go back in but like I said before it isn’t often that I want a donut, so the circumstances revolving around my last visit had simply slipped my mind.
So now I must admit that Gina must be right in what happened that day and maybe I really should keep a tighter leash on my inner demon in the future. Just don’t mess with my chocolate covered donuts.