One honey donut and your lips are stuck to the seat...

I get out of bed each morning with just enough time to shower, shave, get dressed, and get to work. No time for a good breakfast. So I make a quick stop at a convience store, Rutters, nearby, and get a bottle of milk and something to eat: a breakfast sandwich from their deli, a Tastycake cherry pie, some fresh donuts, what have you.

One day this week, I got two powdered donuts, one creme filled, the other Bavarian creme filled! Yummy!

I got into my car, and put the milk bottle in the cup holder. I put the bag of donuts atop my backpack in the passanger seat. I intended to eat them on the way to work, so I left the opening on the bag facing me. And then I pulled out.

So yeah, I'm going around a curve out of the parking lot, and, yeah, the bag starts to slide. And not just slide but turn. Turn so that when it gets to the far side of the seat, and it tips over the side, the opening it pointed that way. Thusly, my two breakfast donuts slide right out and between the seat and the door.

And what could I do? I was in the midst of a turn into traffic, I could just stop, or take time to reach across or anything. I could however, sit there and watch the bag slide over and deposit the powder-covered donuts on the other side of my seat.

In between my swearing, I had presense of mind to pull over into the next parking lot I found, luckily less than a block from the store. I immediately reached over, grabbed the bag and yanked it back. This did little than insure that if the donuts had, in fact, not already left the bag, that they would now. Along with any and all powder that may or may not have been laying in the bottom the bag.

I had the bag, but I STILL wanted my donuts. I could get one by reaching over the to the opposite side of the seat. That was fine. The second one, though, apparently rolled down beside and behind the seat, cause I found it on the floor behind the seat.

I checked to make sure no errant hairs or dust bunnies were attached to them, and then I invoked the 5 second rule (even though it had been well longer than 5 seconds) and ate them anyway. Hey, I paid good money for them, and I was hungry!

I did manage to get a momento of my experience that day when I got home.


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