Don't you hate when that happens?

The Tim Horton's that Dave and I stop at every morning is undergoing renovations so they have one of those temporary stores set up. For the readers from south of the border the temporary stores consist of a transport trailer fitted with a donut shop inside. You'd think with the number of freakin' donut shops in this town there'd be another one we could go to on our way but there isn't. So we're stuck with this one for a while.

This morning Dave parked in a spot that was facing the drivethrough lane so the entire time he was inside I had headlights glaring in my eyes. When he came out with his coffee he told me that they didn't have my usual blueberry muffin because of a power failure so he bought me a donut instead. I thanked him and then we carried on our way.

Now I'm at work and I decide to see what kind of donut he bought me. He knows that the Cherry or Orange Cruellers are my favorite so I've got my tastebuds all ready for some crueller. Open the bag and find a chocolate glazed plain donut. I'm a little let down but at least I have a donut. I can hear my Mother's voice in my head saying, "There are children in Africa who would do cartwheels for a chocolate glazed donut."

I reach into the bag to pull the donut out and it doesn't budge. WTF? The chocolate icing has glued itself to the paper bag. *sigh* I decided that if I ripped the bag open I might be able to peel the chocolate off the bag keeping it on the donut. I'm sitting here at my desk gently peeling back the paper like I'm doing brain surgery but it's a good thing I'm not a surgeon or the patient would have died. Now I have a half bare donut and a ripped paper bag covered in blotches of chocolate.

You can't let good chocolate go to waste even if you're like me and don't particularly like chocolate. Gotta remember those kids in Africa. So here I am, sitting at my desk, hiding behind my monitor sucking the chocolate off a brown paper bag and it hit me. I really must share this.