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it was late morning when my dad arrived at the donut store. punishment for being late is a poor selection. one customer stood in front of him and a few behind. he noticed one behind him was fidgety. she was trying to see through my dad to see what donuts remained. when it was dad's turn, the counter lady asked what he would like. before he could answer, fidgety exploded "you can't have the last nutty, the last nutty donut is mine!" she was very serious and very angry.
wtf?
note to southern readers - the nutty donut is somewhat rare in the south, but plentiful in the north. it is a cake donut encrusted with little nutty bits. a pretty good donut, but rarely does it generate the fervor exhibited in miss fidgety.
my dad is not a fan of the nutty. probably a little too exotic for his tastes. he left the nutty for the nut.
when my dad told me of this event, it generated an hour-long conversation of what action he should have taken. next time we will be prepared for her. a few ideas follow.
order the nutty, lick it, put it on the counter and walk away.
order the nutty, tell her it to look for it on ebay later today.
order the nutty sans nuts thus rendering it a plain cake donut.