Trapped between heaven and hell. I know I'm wrong for being there, I swore off those things, but the smell and what seemed like a short line proved to be too tempting. Behind the grease-fogged glass lies a paradise. Behind me a hell, full of stupid loud people making "that's what she said" jokes.
The line moves extra slow because they started taking credit cards and no one seems to know what they want. People ask stupid questions to the doughnut lady, like "Which one's the best?" or "How many in a dozen." I feel as though I am surrounded by idiots, but since I am in line with them, perhaps we are peers. What a chilling thought.
I consider being strong and getting out of this line of loud, annoying, slow people. Being better than them, by choosing not to eat my 3AM doughnut, instead going home to drink herbal tea and listen to classical music. I realize, I am no better than these people. I am drunk and I am going to do the same thing as they are. I am going to eat way too many doughnuts and watch some stupid shit on the internet until I pass out in a sugar glazed stupor.
As the line gets close to the door, people walking out of the tight corridor bump into my shoulder as they exit, one after another. My annoyance swells. The people behind me get louder and stupider. I see my last chance to escape with my dignity, but I am too close now, I can feel the warmth from the shortening.
I get my greasy bag of heaven and head off to make the walk of shame home with my doughnut date. As I leave, I realize that the second door to the doughnut shop that none of the morons who bumped into me thought of opening, opens. In one moment of genius I double the space of the entrance to the doughnut shop.
I scream out, "Are you fucking serious? This door opens!" The folks in line stare at me as though I'm crazy, not understanding my frustration. I had been getting bumped into for the last twenty minutes because people were too stupid to open a door right next to them, and suddenly I'm the asshole. At least I have doughnuts.
The line moves extra slow because they started taking credit cards and no one seems to know what they want. People ask stupid questions to the doughnut lady, like "Which one's the best?" or "How many in a dozen." I feel as though I am surrounded by idiots, but since I am in line with them, perhaps we are peers. What a chilling thought.
I consider being strong and getting out of this line of loud, annoying, slow people. Being better than them, by choosing not to eat my 3AM doughnut, instead going home to drink herbal tea and listen to classical music. I realize, I am no better than these people. I am drunk and I am going to do the same thing as they are. I am going to eat way too many doughnuts and watch some stupid shit on the internet until I pass out in a sugar glazed stupor.
As the line gets close to the door, people walking out of the tight corridor bump into my shoulder as they exit, one after another. My annoyance swells. The people behind me get louder and stupider. I see my last chance to escape with my dignity, but I am too close now, I can feel the warmth from the shortening.
I get my greasy bag of heaven and head off to make the walk of shame home with my doughnut date. As I leave, I realize that the second door to the doughnut shop that none of the morons who bumped into me thought of opening, opens. In one moment of genius I double the space of the entrance to the doughnut shop.
I scream out, "Are you fucking serious? This door opens!" The folks in line stare at me as though I'm crazy, not understanding my frustration. I had been getting bumped into for the last twenty minutes because people were too stupid to open a door right next to them, and suddenly I'm the asshole. At least I have doughnuts.
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