I have always enjoyed the donuts from the Pantry. One night, when I was about 17 years old, my friends and I were at BP to fill up the station wagon. We saw a van behind the Doughnut Pantry late at night, with the engine running. I don't know who or what made us think this was odd or shady but someone suggested that maybe there was an abduction going on and someone could be in need of our help. I don't know what stoner dreamed that up or why we all thought this could be true. My friend volunteered to sneak up to the van and check it out. Actually, probably because it looked like a rapist van and who the hell really knows what was going on in our minds at that time. So he ran up to the van, a guy jumped out and chased him. I guess he was the guy who gets there really early to make donuts and thought my friend was trying to steal the van.