Sunday, July 19, 2009
Play That Funky Doughnut White Boy
Every now and again I want a doughnut. This craving usually hits around 8:30 or 9:00 p.m.
The Beast: "A doughnut sounds good right now."
Scott: "I don't need a doughnut."
The Beast: "Yes you do."
Scott: "Maybe I'll just have an orange. "
The Beast: "Ba ha ha... an orange, don't make me laugh."
Scott: "I'd have to drive to the store, It's not worth it."
The Beast: "CHOCOLATE COVERED PASTRY"
Scott: "Fine! But I'm only getting one."
The Beast: (sinister chuckle)
*Scott exits stage left; sound of car starting
And so I find myself walking through the front doors of Dans. I select my pastry... better make that three. (Chocolate, no sprinkles) I walk to the checkout where I have the gall to interrupt the checker's conversation with the bag boy.
"Doughnuts... this late... wow." She says.
She starts entering in the code for the doughnuts on the keypad.
"They're not for me, They're for a friend." I say.
"I'm not an addict. I promise." I say.
"Yup." She says. "Two dollars and thirty one cents."
I give her a five.
She gives me my change.
*awkward silence as the receipt prints*
"Well thanks for buying all our doughnuts!" She says, with a big impatient smile and wide eyes.
* Scott grabs bag of doughnuts and exits stage right; sound of car starting
Posted by Scotty