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Vacation..
Mar. 30th, 2009 07:34 amDear Krispy Kreme,
I don't really love donuts all that much. I like you, I do. I have fond memories of going to church, gagging down the extra pulpy OJ, and clamoring for a glazed donut. Good times. I'll happily snag a donut if people bring them to work or something.
But you are not my first donut love. You ran my first love out of town. [Actually, I don't know if this is true, but it could be, so we'll go with it.] You are painfully dull when it comes to donut types and I miss my Snail donuts like an ex-addict misses any of their previous addictions. I miss the donut holes of yum. I miss my cinnamon sugar donuts, too. Because you do cinnamon and you do sugar but you will not combine the two.
Still. I... try to be nice when people stop because you are the donut place down the street from me. Your glazed donuts are of the yum variety. But mostly? I love your sugar donuts.
I think.
You see, I'm not positive anymore because the last SIX times I've gone to get one, you're out of them. WTF? It's Sunday. Donut day. It's 6am [or was when I was dragged along for someone else's fix] and the only person ahead of me in line was a cop.
I.
Want.
My.
Damn.
Donuts!
Seriously, this made me cry. Six times in the last 12 months, at the very least and every time they've been out. It doesn't matter when I go. They're always out.
To top things off, my sales person was a royal bitch. I... am not always 100% pleasant to people at work. I try, but sometimes you're having a shitty time. But I am only ever hostile towards people who start shit with me. If you walk into the store screaming and demanding attention, I will give you the absolute least I possibly can, you pathetic drama whore. But if we don't have something you wanted and you're a bit upset/bummed and it's taking you an extra twenty seconds to find something else you want? Dude. Take. Your. Time. I don't get snippy with those people.
I also don't throw their stuff at them, fling their money at them, and slam the window all in 20 seconds. Mainly because I don't work the drive thru window, but still. Even when I did, I didn't do that. Because it's bitchy.
^-- Yesterday morning's rant. Still true though. Who do I have to cut for a sugar donut?
To kickstart my holiday, I went to the movies and saw The Haunting in Connecticut and nearly got sick from the adrenaline rush that accompanies each scary jump that happened during the movie. I know, that sounds like a bad review, and I gather the more jaded of the people in the world aren't entirely fond of the movie, but any scary movie where I seriously worry about nightmares?
Yes. I chalk it up to a win for the movie. Of course, then you go home and see how true the True Story is and realize enh, not so much. But it doesn't actually detract from the movie, so yay.
( There was one thing though... )
Also, it didn't scream 1987 to me.
Then I came home, gardened a bit [and by that I mean emptied the water from Widget's plants because of the storm that tried to drown them], enjoyed the really windy sort of day, and generally put off sleep until I passed out. Sugar denial aside, it was a good day.
I don't really love donuts all that much. I like you, I do. I have fond memories of going to church, gagging down the extra pulpy OJ, and clamoring for a glazed donut. Good times. I'll happily snag a donut if people bring them to work or something.
But you are not my first donut love. You ran my first love out of town. [Actually, I don't know if this is true, but it could be, so we'll go with it.] You are painfully dull when it comes to donut types and I miss my Snail donuts like an ex-addict misses any of their previous addictions. I miss the donut holes of yum. I miss my cinnamon sugar donuts, too. Because you do cinnamon and you do sugar but you will not combine the two.
Still. I... try to be nice when people stop because you are the donut place down the street from me. Your glazed donuts are of the yum variety. But mostly? I love your sugar donuts.
I think.
You see, I'm not positive anymore because the last SIX times I've gone to get one, you're out of them. WTF? It's Sunday. Donut day. It's 6am [or was when I was dragged along for someone else's fix] and the only person ahead of me in line was a cop.
I.
Want.
My.
Damn.
Donuts!
Seriously, this made me cry. Six times in the last 12 months, at the very least and every time they've been out. It doesn't matter when I go. They're always out.
To top things off, my sales person was a royal bitch. I... am not always 100% pleasant to people at work. I try, but sometimes you're having a shitty time. But I am only ever hostile towards people who start shit with me. If you walk into the store screaming and demanding attention, I will give you the absolute least I possibly can, you pathetic drama whore. But if we don't have something you wanted and you're a bit upset/bummed and it's taking you an extra twenty seconds to find something else you want? Dude. Take. Your. Time. I don't get snippy with those people.
I also don't throw their stuff at them, fling their money at them, and slam the window all in 20 seconds. Mainly because I don't work the drive thru window, but still. Even when I did, I didn't do that. Because it's bitchy.
^-- Yesterday morning's rant. Still true though. Who do I have to cut for a sugar donut?
To kickstart my holiday, I went to the movies and saw The Haunting in Connecticut and nearly got sick from the adrenaline rush that accompanies each scary jump that happened during the movie. I know, that sounds like a bad review, and I gather the more jaded of the people in the world aren't entirely fond of the movie, but any scary movie where I seriously worry about nightmares?
Yes. I chalk it up to a win for the movie. Of course, then you go home and see how true the True Story is and realize enh, not so much. But it doesn't actually detract from the movie, so yay.
( There was one thing though... )
Also, it didn't scream 1987 to me.
Then I came home, gardened a bit [and by that I mean emptied the water from Widget's plants because of the storm that tried to drown them], enjoyed the really windy sort of day, and generally put off sleep until I passed out. Sugar denial aside, it was a good day.