When I walked into Daylight, I found a young guy behind the counter who was eager to serve me up some of his remaining breakfast fare (it was past noon). "I'm here for a donut," I announced as I ambled up to the glass display case. "What's good?"
He waved a hand toward the six trays in the display case. One item in particular caught my eye. "What's that porcupine-looking thing?" I asked.
"We call that a pine cone," he said. 'It's sort of like a cinnamon roll, but we fry it up in a stringy ball, douse it with sugar."
"Looks like your specialty," I said.
"Pine cones are popular. Only have two left."
"Better give me one then," I said. "I'd hate to miss out on something that unique."
"Just one?" he asked.
"One my good fellow!"
He sacked it, told me I owed a dollar and twenty cents. I handed him a fiver. The more I looked at this thing though, the more I realized that it would take me an entire day to eat it all. It was huge. "How many calories do you think is in this thing?" I wondered aloud.
"I wouldn't know," he said. "I don't think of things like that around here."
Ahhh, yes. Denial. But the kid was skinny. I wondered if he'd ever eaten a donut in his life, and the tattoo parlor (SkinQuake) was next door. I noted several tattooed ladies entering and exiting and one of them had a skull and snake inked into her neck. I was glad to be into donuts instead of skin art. Those skull women scare the living daylights out of me. I couldn't imagine having a conversation with one of them.
Oh, but her name was Alexis. And I offered her a piece of my pine cone. Nice girl.
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