This morning I had to go to Dunkin' Donuts.
Yes, I said 'HAD'!
It was important.
Because I needed to get boxes.
Oh, quit rolling your eyes.
I did. Have to get boxes. To pack for moving and all.
I didn't even get a donut or a bagel or go anywhere near the store or the drive through line...
Although I will admit there was a slightly smashed jelly donut on the concrete by the box bin that looked almost as good as new ... and...
Oh, close your mouth.
And I didn't even want to.
Just seeing if you're paying attention.
But...that's not what I wanted to write about.
I wanted to tell you that BEFORE I went to DD to get the boxes, I dropped a daughter off downtown for work. She was going to ride her bike and it was cold and since I had to go to Dunkin' Donuts to get the boxes I told her I'd give her a ride.
It was dark when I dropped her. It's always dark and there's always this creepy looking guy in the corner by the recessed door waiting to go in. I'm always freaked out by the way he stands right by the door...watching...waiting...
He was there again this morning.
My daughter hopped out of the car and started to walk away.
I called her back.
"Look, just sit in the car here until they open, and then I'll leave."
She looked surprised. "Why would you want to do that? It's fine, it's only six minutes."
I insisted. "Look, sweetie, I'll just wait here with you."
"Mom? It's fine. Really. What are you doing?"
I glanced fearfully at the creepy looking guy by the door. "I dunno, I just have a bad feeling about that guy. He really, really creeps me out."
She got a weird look on her face.
"Mom? You know that's a statue, right?"
"What did you say?" I said.
"It's a statue Mom. A STATUE!"
I cleared my throat.
I laughed dismissively.
"Of course I knew that was a statue. I was only kidding!" I said and waved gaily as I drove away.
A freakin' statue has been creeping me out for months now?
And that, my friends is why I resisted the only slightly smashed jelly donut. I suspect my judgement might be slightly impaired.
With all the fumes from the kitchen destruction repair and all.
It's the fumes.
I'm certain of that.
Always just a tiny step away.