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Memorial Day weekend is upon us [in the United States and its affiliated territories]. In honor of such a momentous occasion, I was given full and total reign at work today, boss’s chair and all. Well, perhaps not full and total reign, but with almost every single salaried individual on vacation today, I was left with quite the vacant office. And I did see the boss’s chair; although, since sitting in the chair is a sacrilege punishable by sitting in another chair, I avoided the rumpus.

However, there were some honors bestowed upon the lonely ones who chose to be employed today. Donuts. Or Doughnuts. Whatever it is that Homer Simpson gets buzzed over. Those things. It’s not often that bakery goods are showered on le office but someone up above was thinking of us. As I approached the coffee maker, I got the vision of a pink box that was exposing signs of a sugary goo making its way through the cardboard. This is going to be a good Friday, I thought.

I opened up the box lid and inside, arrayed in no particular order or progression, was the most amazing amalgamation of donuts I had ever seen. Round donuts. Large donuts. Long donuts. Donuts with holes. Donuts with fruit filling. Donuts with laced tops. Donuts lacking the lustruous laces. And some donuts as large as personal. pan. pizzas. I am not joking about that, not exaggerating - there were several donuts, among the bunch, that could easily have felt at home in a small pizza box.

These were no Krispy Kremes either, they were the local bakery shoppe kind - hand-crafted and tenderly cared for from their conception. Donuts that receive the pier one of attention are the donuts that turn out all right. They are the magna cum lauda of their donut kind and one day serve on the Board of Directors for Donut Enterprise Global Corporation Inc. What I saw before me was this year’s graduating class from Donut Harvard, crooked politicians and corrupt businessmen not included.

I found out later that these were donuts straight from California. “Oh, they were Fedex-ed?” I asked. “No, my husband was on a business trip and I told him to pick up something for dinner by the time he got home,” was the answer. Fair enough. Kudos to that man with wit, consideration, and a taste for donuts like a god. One maple-bar-something-or-other and a cup of coffee later, and I find my state of exultation

This will be the Best. Friday. Ever. Plus, tomorrow’s the birthday.

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