Evil Lives.... On My Desk

When we lived in Minnesota, I used to park and ride at the Southwest Metro Transit’s Eden Prairie station. Although I have to admit that I was not religious at parking and riding – which will surely disappoint my “greener” parental figures, especially since I drive a mid-sized SUV – I did have something to look forward to every time I used the transit center’s parking garage:

There was a Krispy Kreme donut shop on the property.

I am not a huge fan of donuts. I will occasionally get overwhelmed with a need for sweetness, but I have to admit that the first thing to cross my mind in order to satisfy any sweet craving is not a donut. I will more than likely go for some kind of chocolate based product. I attribute this to the fact that for a short period of time while I lived in Washington, I worked for a bakery. Cookies and pastries of all kinds lost their luster to me as I was surrounded by them on a daily basis.

But on the days when I parked at Eden Prairie’s Southwest Station, the aroma of the the classic glazed donut would drift from the modestly sized Krispy Kreme structure right up to the level where I was parking.



Upon exiting my vehicle, the smell was overwhelming to the point of triggering my saliva glands. As I wiped the drool from my chin and rushed to catch my bus, I would glimpse Krispy Kreme from the corner of my eye. Oh Krispy Kreme. Why do you mock me with your sweet smell and glowing “Hot Light”?

Yes, there were times when I would succumb. I would buy a box of goodness from these purveyors of deep fried dough and arrive at work to responses of “Thank you!”, and “Wow, I love the glazed!”, and “You shouldn’t have got so many… okay, I’ll have two!”

Tip to becoming popular at work: buy a dozen Krispy Kreme and share.

Also: Try to avoid being an ass to your co-workers on a daily basis. This will help your popularity even without donuts.

Alas, I have had to give up even the occasional donut in recent years due to a diagnosis of Type II Diabetes. Don’t feel bad for me. It’s really okay. Life is too precious to be sacrificed on a brief encounter with a donut that will really only land either on your gut or ass and stay there, stubbornly refusing to disappear.



But the smell, the look of the classically glazed donut still entices me. It is often still hard to say “no” to the sweet, yet evil circular goodness that is a donut. However, as the old adage says, if you love something, set it free. If it does not return, consider yourself lucky that you are maintaining low blood sugar.