Mmmmm Donuts

My incentive to get out of bed on time this morning was the chocolate bar I had promised myself the night before. I could taste it. I had to have it. I do these small things in the morning as a self incentive program. It works for me.

I get to the donut place and look in my purse for my debit card. I was planning on going to 7-11 to get cash back because the donut store only takes cash. I rummage through my purse looking for the card because my it just never makes its way to my wallet. No debit card. It was then that I remembered that it had to be in my jeans pocket from the night before. A small bead of sweat forms on my forehead. I have to have this donut, but all I have is my Amex card and not enough time to go home, what to do? I have a lot of change in my car, 90% of it being pennies. I dig every where and come up with 85 cents. About 20 cents is pennies. I shamefully make my way to the donut store and once inside some of my change drops. Please don't let it be one of my precious dimes! After much searching I almost give up but the lady behind me finds the dime. Thank God! I go to the counter and ask for my donut. Only 80 cents, I start counting. Why do people give you the craziest look when you give them change?. There is a certain shame that comes from paying with change, doubled when you are paying with pennies. I got the feeling the donut guy would have rather given me a free donut then to watch me count my change.

Donut in hand and four pennies to spare I leave but not before the ear piece falls out of my phone and my phone falls out of my pocket. Just a regular Thursday morning for me.

It was worth the counting, shame, and fumbling, the chocolate bar was great!

Me and Homer Simpson, nothing stops us when it comes to donuts.