saturday morning

saturday mornings are the best time to go to the doughnut shop. strike that. any time is a good time, but saturday reveals the essential character that is the doughnut shop.
the regulars have shown up before the dawn to drink their doughnut shop coffee and read their newspapers. the light inside the shop is slowly mixed with the rising sun until the daylight begins to dominate. cars begin to pull in to the parking lot one after another. a steady stream of business lining the display cases. soccer moms and dads, and now little league and softball, all sports really. it's ok, it's a doughnut.
sometimes after my papers were all delivered on a saturday morning i would head over to the old "rudy's" shop on the boulevard. though my order seldom changed i always enjoyed the perusing. bear claw? french crueller? not so much. but i do have eyes on that maple bar. and maybe throw in an old fashioned glazed while you're at it. i like to pick the outer spokes off and eat 'em first before devouring the inner cylinder.
doughnut shop is a great place too for a little one on one time with mom or dad. my mom was a big voyeur and liked to just sit and watch and listen to all the people. great entertainment that. people ought to take the practice up again. much better than plugging your eyes or ears into an electronic device and zoning out. and what could be finer than enjoying a doughnut while you do?