The last donut in the box comes with connotations. It is no different than a traveler with a carry-on, or a baseball player tapping his shoe to remove the dirt that becomes wedged between the spikes. OK, so maybe it’s nothing like that. The last donut taunts everyone who sees it. “Take me. I taste good, you know you want me.”
But then there is that unseen guilt. I should leave it for someone else. Maybe there is someone here who hasn’t had one yet. I know the minute I bite it, I’ll feel bad. Who left just one donut here? Someone should take it so we can throw the box away.
And maybe connotations was the wrong word. A better word would be feelings. Yes, that last donut is a filled donut. It is filled with temptation, dread, remorse, guilt and maybe a sprinkle of joy, excitement and flavor.
When you think about
it, everything would have been much better if, at the bakery, they had just
left that last donut out. Don’t make it
a Baker’s Dozen, just put 12 in the box and leave it at that. Everyone
would be much happier.
1 comment:
Mom always told me to not take the last of anything. However now that I am all grown up and see the prices of everything; why let that donut sit there and go stale? You could always cut it in half and then just take half - but no, the filling would ooze out. Eat Up I Say!! Don't let it go to waste. There are people starving in this world-don't waste it.
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