I've got no business even THINKING a bout donuts and apple fritters.
I cannot believe I am sitting here SOOO engaged with this thread, everybody.
But before I bow out, Lil. I wanted a glazed donut and there were none left. I know it is bad form to say it--but really, Lil. Not everybody likes cake donuts. And you did take the glazed croissant (which actually, I never even heard of.)
Next time, Lil. Pulleezze. In a dozen, the rule is, 9 raised, typically, glazed, powdered sugar, apple fritters, custard filled glazed maple bars and maybe one chocolate raised (not my favorite.) And 3 cake. At most.
Thank you, Lil. The thought is what counts. (Although you did wolf down YOUUUUR favorite.) Leaving us with what? Guilty dreams....For what?
What are we left with here, Lil? Is this a metaphor for life itself? You have your (donut) and I am left holding the bag (with all of them cake?)
What's it all about, Alfie?