So we end our day in Buttonwillow, a tiny crossroads off the interstate highway, about halfway between our home in the desert and our family in northern California. Six hours of driving down, six more hours to go in the morning.
This lengthy trip follows a full day of working. Not just any workday, mind you. National Donut Day.
You may think I am kidding, but I assure you I am not. I know this because Dunkin’ Donuts sent me an email reminding me.
Last night, I thought briefly about bringing in donuts to work for my staff. To honor the day properly, you understand. Ultimately, however, I decided against it. Along with four of my staff, I am participating in the company’s Biggest Loser weight loss challenge. Now, is it just me, or would you agree that donuts do not quite fit in with this theme?
My hope was that no one at work would know that it was National Donut Day.
Well, fat chance of that! (Ooo, bad pun.). They knew alright. And then they started whining about how they wanted donuts. I reminded them about our weight loss challenge, but they remained undeterred.
Capitulating (caving in, like the sucker that I am), I headed to our little local donut shop. I certainly wasn’t about to drive hours to Dunkin’ Donuts in Phoenix.
Arriving at the donut shop, I quickly learned that EVERYONE knew about National Donut Day. Everyone except the owners, that is. They had made no preparations and the place was just about cleaned out.
My conversation with one of the owners went something like this:
“I need a dozen. Do you have any Boston creme?”
“No, sorry, all out.”
“Do you have any chocolate cake donuts?”
“Sorry, all out.”
“How about blueberry?”
“You don’t have much, do you?”
“A lot of people came in this morning. They bought two, three dozen donuts. We didn’t know it’s National Donut Day.”
“Don’t you go on the Internet?”
(sheepish grin) “Our son just told us.”
Well, isn’t that just ducky! Now what am I supposed to tell my sugar-craving staff? I looked around and decided to make the best of it. What was left were maple bars, coconut donuts and plain glazed donuts.
The owners agreed to fill some of the maple bars for me, two with creme and three with jelly. Then I added some of the coconut and glazed donuts to the box.
Feeling pretty pleased with the results under the circumstances, I asked to be rung up. The total for 9 donuts? Thirteen dollars!
I blanched. I only had ten dollars in my wallet! Sighing, I took out my credit card.
“Cash only!” yelled the owner, pointing to the sign I had overlooked.
The glazed and coconut donuts came out of the box. For ten dollars, I could get the filled maple bars, with some pieces of broken donuts thrown in as a measure of good will.
So there would only be five donuts (plus some broken pieces) for eight people. Well, the maple bars were pretty big; maybe they would share. Sorry, guys.
Well, share they did and it all worked out perfectly. And I am happy to report that I did not touch a single donut. After all, I recently found out what donuts are fried in commercially. You don’t want to know.
Thanks, Smart ‘n Final. A little bit of knowledge goes a long way. And maybe, thanks to you, I might actually lose some weight.