Drive by donuts

My friend KJ and I went walking at the mall earlier. I know, hold your grandma jokes please. But it seems in the balmy 30 degree weather we have been having, outdoor activities remain slightly elusive to those of us that are warm blooded. So naturally we have rejected the usual response to those desiring physical activity in the dead of winter (joining a gym) and taken the high road of free heat and a sometimes not so desirable scenery. She brought along her munchkin, a doll of a baby boy who is pretty much the most well behaved baby I have ever seen in my life, and I brought along my unfiltered questions about the nitty gritty of giving birth. Seeing as she is pretty much an expert in my mind (had a kid, plus remembers the experience, sorry mom) I spend the majority of our circles pestering her to tell me all the horrible details about pregnancy, birth and the life of a new mom. She responds in kind with her always witty and refreshingly truth filled stories about the ins and outs of her experience and the stories she knows of others. It is a rather delightful dish session, and I adore that no question is out of bounds for her.

On a side note, the most entertaining shopping patrons of the evening were the various hoodlums wearing the gangsta style pants and puffy coats, with at least one escorting his very pregnant baby mama along. Other entertaining individuals included the 60 something year old beanpole of a man with high water corduroy's who was furiously walking in the opposite direction, the smattering of parents with glazed over eyes, looking like they needed to get out of their house while following toddlers as they wandered about aimlessly, and the skaters with the hacky sac game going on until some uncaring security guard in too tight pants broke it up (Come'on man!).

Whilst we strolled along on our route watching the personalities around us, I was reminded of three things.

Shall I?

1. This is why I don't go to the mall to shop.

2. People are weird.

and

3. Pretzel maker and the donut shop make me hungry.

Which, ironically is not the reaction you want when you are exercising. I thus surmised two (more) things.

1. People that have money join a gym because otherwise they would spend on donuts and pretzels and cute green and brown purses while they walk past them eight times in an hour.

And

2. People that don't have money don't have to worry about either of those things.

So while I pondered my quandary of wanting what I can't have, we finished our hour of walking and went to the cars. After tucking the munchkin in his place in the back seat, KJ was just folding up her stroller when we were gifted precious little gems by a fleeting donut angel.

See, because KJ knows, like, everyone in this town, including the donut makers and their son, he thought to bestow upon us the overabundance that he was left with at closing time. Two, count them TWO bags of mini donuts were placed into our surprised hands, and he left as quickly as he had appeared, a donut angel in the (mall parking lot) night.

How very sweet. Being that we probably did not look hungry or homeless, I cannot say the reason that such luck came upon us that night, but we said our goodbyes and parted ways for the evening.

And on the drive home, I looked at the cute little white bag of donuts and thought how happy my dear husband would be when I presented him with such a cute little treat in penance for ditching him for an hour with KJ.

And then I pulled in the driveway and crumpled up the empty white bakery bag, throwing it away and wiping the cinnamon sugar off my lips before guiltily kissing my husband hello.

A woman only has so much self control.

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Post Edit

Scotland finally came to bed at one am, and woke me up in the process. My groggy confession came out.

Me ~ "I ate your donuts."
Him ~ "I didn't have any donuts."
Me ~ "Yeah" pause "But you would have."

he was pretty confused, and asked me where I bought them

Me ~ "Somebody gave them to me."
Him ~ "KJ?"
Me ~ "No, some guy."
Him ~ "What, so now you take candy from strangers?"
Me ~ "Um...*giggle*... yeah I guess so."