I went in and I ordered a fresh hot Krispy Kreme doughnut while the hot sign was on, delighted and hopeful for the close-to-life-changing experience of eating such a sweet, hot, classic confection. The buying was the easy part, but I couldn't let myself enjoy it until I got a picture for the blog--documentation of my adventure.
Once I finally paid, I was fiddling through my purse and managed to spurt out a couple details about my blog and asked if one of them (there were three) if he would take my picture. They liked my idea but laughed with me about the situation, and when I handed over my camera to take a picture, one of them said "eat that doughnut sexy!"
Who says that??? Whatever "sexy" I had in me (which is frightfully little to begin with) was summarily drained from my being, as well as my sense of taste. Consequently, I took the least sexy picture possible and although I scarfed it down with the greatest of ease (thanks nerves!) I didn't even taste my "hot sign" doughnut. And I'm sure as hell not going back to get another.
|Another horrible picture of me for the blog. Starting a trend.|