I was at the working at the Family Kitchen when I noticed these donuts on the counter. Those powdered sugar ones are my favorite kind of store bought donuts. I considered taking one, but I was not really hungry. However, they sat there and sat there, whispering to me. They were not only whispering, "Eat Me,” but were whispering of youthful memories. Just as with Proust with his Madeline, they summoned up thoughts of days gone by. Many years ago, when I was in college and a new bride, Dennis and I had our great friends George and Marsha over to play cards. We were smoking a then forbidden and now medicinal substance, and consequently became victims of that side effect known as “the munchies.” Everyone demanded that I go find something to eat. I went in search of something good, and there was a box of donuts! Five of them. And there were four of us. What to do? I could put the fifth donut aside for later. I could divide it into four parts and give each of us one and one quarter donuts. Or… I could quickly eat it myself. I selected the latter option. I was gobbling it down, trying to be quick so as not to arouse suspicion if I tarried too long in the kitchen, trying not to get tell-tale powdered sugar all over myself – difficult when bolting down a sugared donut, and trying to be quiet about it all. Then I started thinking about how sly I was being, and congratulating myself on my donut triumph! The more I thought about this, the cleverer I thought myself, and the more delighted I became. Finally, I started laughing and could not stop. I was laughing so hard that donut came out my nose, I was choking on the sugar, and all the while I was trying to be subtle and quiet. It seemed like I was dealing with the donut for quite a while, but when I finally came back with the four donuts nicely arranged on a plate, and feeling quite smug (me, not the donuts), no one seemed to have noticed my extended absence.
Years later, Rebecca found a Gary Larson card with a picture group of lions gathered around, eating an antelope, and one of the lions was laughing so hard at his own joke that he blew an antelope bone out his nose. She showed me the card and we both erupted into laughter, right there in the card store. Fortunately we were eating neither donuts, nor antelopes, nor anything else, so while we might have had tears of mirth, we didn’t have any nasal effluvia.
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