There were people in this place and they were in front of me with their 'me have it...me have it' selfish gimme gimme gimme attitudes barking out that they want this one and they want that one and they're all me me me gimme greedy sons of bitches. What's up with that?
When it was my turn I ordered donuts from this place and the kid put them in the box. My box. All you greedy bastards stop looking at my box and my donuts. They're all eyeing the donuts I got and mind-drooling on them and they're mine. They're mine. And your mind drool is spoiling everything. My donuts are my business.
I got glazed which were okay and I got lemon-filled which were awesome and I got custard-filled which is like whats left when the fatties get all the cream-filled. I got no cream-filled. I got chocolate and I got me one of those long donuts what isn't called a donut so you have to pay more and I got no coffee. Not any coffee. I also got a squirrelly glazed with a fancy name and I got me some of those cakey ones you need milk for.
Truckers in line behind me were mind-sexing my donuts which made me mad. Can't you wait and sex your own donuts? Really? This is food that I am going to eat here. For crying out loud, let a guy get him some donuts without needing to wash his food. Or his mind. Or his soul.
It was well-priced and the people who worked there were nice and the donuts were good and the whole thing was just fine. Except for the customers who were not like us yelpers with class and dignity.