Off The Cuff

Unhappy About Donuts

Frankly, this is, by my own admission, one of the stupidest things I have ever blogged about but.....I am mad at the donut guy. Okay. Okay, I can hear the guffaws already. You may treat this lightly. Unfortunately, I cannot simply because I do not like it when I do not get what I pay for, no matter what it may be. In this case, donuts.

To fill you in, we went out of town on Tuesday. It's about a 120 miles or so from our house although I haven't done the math in a while. I most assuredly could be wrong here. I know at least one person who might actually challenge the mileage but I digress.

This particular trip does not happen very often. In fact, I believe it was about 3 years ago the last time I was actually in that part of the city we went to. It has a donut shop. Now, we do have a donut shop where we live. It's not a national chain or anything, I don't think. It's just your average type donut shop and I do not ever go there. It's out of the way....not to mention that I have absolutely no business eating donuts in the first place. In other words, it's a good excuse not to eat them.

When we do go to that city, it is sort of a tradition that we get donuts. I buy a dozen for the folks who look forward to them as much as I do and a dozen for our house. Sigh. I get this kind of treat once every three years or so. Give me a break. I want what I ordered. Is that too much to ask?

So, I am angry with the donut guy because he paid zero attention to what I ordered and filled the box with whatever it was he wanted to, I guess. It was, in fact, a duplicate of the first dozen instead of the ONE KIND I really, truly wanted to try out. They were so yummy looking. They were New York Cheesecake filled donuts with nuts on top. OOOOH!!! And I was so looking forward to those two, no others at all, just those two little donuts.

The donut guy, somebody I can't even go back to and tell off because I won't be in that neighborhood for...oh probably three more years if it's that soon, didn't do what I asked him to. ARGH!!! I want to scream! I want to stuff a cream filled donut into that guy's face and tell him THOSE WEREN'T THE DONUTS I ORDERED, YOU JERK!!!!!!!! But I can't. My only hope now is that someday, somebody who lives close to that shop goes in there and tells him off for me. That would be so good!!