Donuts Every Month? That's Awesome!
Ah, fond childhood memories… My brother and I used to stay at our grandparents during the summer. Regularly, we’d walk down to the donut shop on the corner to buy our treat for the day. I always loved the big foot, that looked like a footprint. I’d bite the toes off with great delight, much how other people like decapitating gingerbread men.
My love of donuts started early, and has been a constant for my whole life. Heck, at one point in college, I was in heaven not because I was acing my classes, but because there was a donut shop en-route to school. Yeah, that year I gained a few pounds. But hey, I think I also had a great GPA that year.
This week at work, during our daily team meeting, my team got quiet and it was announced that they had something to tell me. Uh oh, I thought. What could it be because everyone is in a good mood? There was some joking about someone winning the lottery, but since everyone was actually in the meeting, I knew that wasn’t the case.
After a moment, I was told something like “Rahn, as a team, we all decided to get you a subscription to a ‘Donut of the Month’ club!” What? WoooooooHoooooo.
The rest of the day was spent in eager anticipation. There were messages like “We got the tracking number” and a great teaser from the wife: “You got a package. It’s from your team, and YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT.”
Hours later, I finally made it home to see what came.
The donuts came by USPS priority mail. Inside, there was a white box inside a zip lock baggie, along with a note saying who it was from.
As I opened the baggy, the delicious smell of donuts wafted out.
Opening the box revealed a dozen maple donuts, with some bacon bits sprinkled on the top. They stayed fresh, and I enjoyed one immediately. I decided I’d take one for the team and ate another. They were good.
The donuts are from Lil Momma’s Donut’s. They’re about an hour up the road from Atlanta.
This was a great gift, and I’m looking forward to seeing what comes next time. Thanks y’all!