True Story

Tonight after my bar review class (seven hours of Wills and Trusts is not good for the soul) I was dying for a donut from Starbucks. You know, one of the chocolate old-fashioned ones. It was evening and when I saw that there weren't any in the display window, I asked the woman behind the counter if they had any. I guess she was just putting them away because she had them on the counter. She asked, "Do you really like donuts at this time of day?" I replied, "Lady, I like donuts any time of day," except I don't think I called her lady, and she might have been a man.

Am I just crazy? What's wrong with a donut at 7:00 at night?

Don't tell Christina about this. I told her I didn't have anything to eat. Good thing she doesn't read this (her!) blog.

Strangely enough, 40 minutes later I ordered a churro at Baja Fresh and no one batted an eyelash.

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