In the local donut shop this morning, there was a kid about eight or nine years old. He clearly had some sort of problem; I would guess aspbergers (sp?). Anyhow, he asked the lady is they had "twist" donuts. Twist donuts are very popular around these parts, and for some reason, the donut shop never makes enough and runs out. She said, "yes, we have some."
He said, "well, that's good, because you are almost ALWAYS out."
Then he turned to the crazy, cranky old man who hangs out all day long.
"That man is crazy. And old."
He had no filter, and for a precious, fleeting moment, I was totally jealous of him.
Etcetera.
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