I now know how to make doughnuts.
The lady who taught me is named J. She doesn't wear a bra, but she does wear a hair net and a collared shirt in either red, white, or black.
"People depend on these doughnuts." She was wiping down the pizza counter. "Marcia comes in on Thursdays and gets six white cake doughnuts with cream cheese. Brad comes with his kids every day, and he gets glazed ones."
I was listening really close because her smoker's voice was quiet, and I think she was intentionally mumbling a little bit.
And when we moved on to frosting the doughunuts:
"Did you put glaze on those apple ones?"
"Yes."
"Those get caramel!"
"Well should I make other ones?"
"No, Bill is just going to have to be disappointed today."
To be continued...
This is great! I love your descriptions, especially the sentence: "She doesn't wear a bra, but she does wear a hair net and a collared shirt in either red, white, or black."
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read more! :)
Is this your new job !?! Want to hire me? :)
ReplyDeleteYeah! I am working at a Casey's making doughnuts and pizza. Oh man, I wish you were working here. I'm sure you could engineer some kind of better system for the way we make and throw away food...but that's a post for another time :)
ReplyDeleteOh Laurissa Luanna! Thanks for the great stories. :) Let's meet again sometime soon, ok?
ReplyDeleteLove,
Dani