An epiphany I had just a while ago. I'm typing this (while summoning the strength to announce Grandmother's death) at the new outpost of Glam Doll Donuts, where it's been steadily busy on this summer Saturday night. (The crowd is probably due to two occurrences: This is Pride Weekend in the Twin Cities and it is the first night of Eid al-Fitr.) And you know it should be obvious, but whenever someone comes in, they're so happy. Obviously it's because a donut shop. You don't have to go to a donut shop. If you go to a donut shop, it's because you want to be there. Therefore you look forward to eating donuts at a donut shop.
Tonight has been no exception. So many smiling faces once they go through the doors. And this time around I've seen more than one person snap photos of the many varieties of donut Glam Doll has to sell. Good for them! And being in the middle of all this momentary happiness picks me up, it really does.
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