We had Krispy Kreme doughnuts delivered to our office this morning. As I was picking up a wonderful, warm, soft doughnut with a napkin, I was being careful not to grab it too hard. I didn't want to ruin the pastry ring with a grip too tight. I also didn't want too much of the delectable surface covering to attach to the aforementioned grasping material. Unfortunately, my grip was too minimal. As I swung my arm towards my face, in an effort to stuff it, the heavenly torus slipped it's bounds and gravity forced it to the floor. It was like slow motion, my jaw gaping as the pastry projectile sailed the short distance to the carpet below. As it landed, top down, a small weeping sound escaped my already open mouth. A quick thought passed through my head, "FIVE SECOND RULE!" Then I remembered I was not three years old and regretfully retrieved the mid morning treat and placed it in the trash, all the while, making sure no cow-orkers saw me. With the doughnut now in the trash, my attention turned to the remainder on the table. This time, I was more careful about the retrieval and delivery. Still, I know I sent a wonderful Krispy Kreme doughnut to an end that no doughnut should face.
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