...you drive out of your way before work to treat yourself to a Krispy Kreme doughnut and it falls out of the waxpaper bag onto the cold, salty sidewalk as you rummage through your purse to find the key to enter your place of employment?!
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I would have immediately gone back to Krispy Kreme and demanded a free donut because of faulty packaging.
I will admit, however, that I did not know Krispy Kreme sold donuts one at a time.
I think we learned a valuable lesson about sharing, didn't we.
Because if you'd have dropped a dozen, you'd have taken the least dirty one and put the rest back in the box and kept your pie hole shut. Except to eat that delicious sugar-coated delicacy of course.
I REALLY hate it when that happens.
Yeah, it's a-salt to the senses.
...Hmmm, tastes like chicken too!
t2ed: Too bad I bought the KKs at a gas station instead of an actual hot-sign-carrying storefront. No returns, caveat emptor, and all that. Part of me wanted to give the salty donut to someone and tell them I got it just for them, but I happen to like all my coworkers.
kate: Now if it was a Mighty Taco, that would have been justice!
ex-nuke: I bet you'll never eat anything I bring to coffee hour now :)
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