Thank you, Arlington police
For inspiring me to eat the greasy fried goodness of Krispy Kreme.
Bastards.
After Shawn and I visited Scott in his Pediatrics-wing hospital room the other night, we were nearly mowed over by an Arlington cop who was weaving in and out of traffic at full speed on Washington Boulevard. Our joke was that Krispy Kreme must have turned on the “hot” sign and that said cop was in a hurry for something hot and glazed. Then we looked at each other and were all like, “Mmmm … donuts!”
The Krispy Kreme on Richmond Highway is brand-new, located next to its ghetto predecessor, which has shut down. We were able to watch the donuts being made, and it was Shawn’s first experience with hot donuts, as the ghetto location barely had fresh ones, let alone hot ones. Aaah, hot glazed donuts are so good, you can just sit on them. 🙂 At any rate, thank you, Arlington police, for inspiring us to eat all that sugary goodness. Mmm …