Krispy Kreme...again!

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I’m so weak. Strolling past the Krispy Kreme kiosk at the station this morning, I thought I would bring a little sunshine and joy to the captives of the clerical cages in the office by clogging their arteries with sugar, starch and lard lard lard.

‘Half a dozen assorted glazed please.’
‘You get a dozen for only a couple of quid more sir.’
‘Nope, just half a dozen please.’
‘They keep for three days.’

It was about then that I saw, behind the standard issue accession country bird on the counter, a bloke spinning a disc with a spiral on it, while speaking soothingly.

‘You want a dozen doughnuts, doughnuts will make you happy, eat, eat the doughnuts by the dozen.’

‘I’ll take a dozen.’

Okay, that’s not quite how it happened, but it’s close enough. Damn the Krispy Kreme girl and her high-powered sales technique. Morally, it’s a step away from starting you off on a dime bag of crack.

So now I have my dozen doughnuts sitting in two half dozen boxes in the fridge and it’s all I can think about, it’s even temporarily displaced my default setting of lunchtime = beer.

I think I shall throw half to the troops (holding them above head height and making them dance for them also an option) and take the other half dozen home for personal consumption.

‘Keep for three days’ my ass - not in my house.