Saturday, April 17, 2010
I was raised on donuts. Mostly those miniature white powdery ones in the box at the grocery store. Not so appealing now. Must be a childhood association - I have a lot of bad food memories. Now Dunkin' Donuts is the gold standard. When I was in college, I worked a full-time second shift job at a nursing home. Every night after work we stopped at Dunkin' Donuts for three donuts and a glass of milk to reward ourselves for surviving the night. I gained twenty pounds in three months. It is no doubt, an addiction. Recently I met someone who lives in Rhode Island with a similar problem. There are seven Dunkin' Donuts within walking distance of his office. Two in his building. This could be heaven or this could be hell......
For a while, I worked at a small device company where I was the only Regulatory person on staff. Often as many as three teams would need me for a meeting at the same time. One sharp young engineer discovered my addiction. He would come by my office with the big pink box and wave it under my nose saying, "I've got the donuts..." and he knew his team would get my attention. They kept a good secret and the others never did figure it out.