About once a week, a co-worker and I walk up to the local Krispy Kreme and get donuts…and I mean donuts in the strictest sense of the word. She gets a donut, and I get a donut, thereby making donuts; but I digress… The purpose of this trip is really more to k’vetsh about our coworkers than the sugar rush involved…and that’s not the point of this story, either.

The point is in relation to the receipt. It just simply cracks me up that they give you a receipt for two donuts, as if I’m going to return one and say, “I’m sorry, this cinnamon-apple donut did no fulfill my donut needs. I would like to exchange it for a maple bar and/or store credit.”

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