So I had a really hard day, and I went to Krispy Kreme to help make myself feel better.
I have kind of a donut addiction, and the guy at the counter was the same guy I see there all the time. He recognizes me, but we don’t know each other’s names or anything.
But today when I was ordering, even though I was trying to hide it, my face and voice made it very obvious that I had been sobbing in the car.
When he rang me up and said my total I knew it didn’t sound right, but I just paid and left.
In the car I realized that he had charged me significantly less than normal.
And I cried fucking harder.
Can You Fucking Not: The Musical