It’s All About Buying The Right Donut And Taking The Right Bite
- Amizur Nachshoni
- Dec 3, 2020
- 3 min read
I’m at the airport and they’ve got 5 donuts for $5 for this deal. This is an excellent deal because it’s almost the same price as buying 3 donuts, which is what I was hoping to buy; it doesn’t matter, therefore. I walk to a table and set down my stuff. I’m going to pick the paper up and start reading.
Sitting across from me is this man. I look through the paper, and he’s smiling. I’m nodding. I’m going back to reading the section on business. I hear this rustling a little while later, not from the table. I look over and the guy has a hand in his donut bag. I think, “All right, that’s kind of weird, but really it doesn’t matter, the guy looks like he’s homeless, he probably needs more than I do.” Anyway, I still have 4 donuts left. I won’t eat all four donuts, so what do I worry about? ”
I reach for myself in the bag and snatch a donut. I’ll start to eat it. I’m going back to reading the magazine, then. I just go to the social pages and hear this rustling again on the table. I looked over and the guys had their hand in the donut bag again. He’s going to take a bite, and I think, ‘What the heck? ’” I am getting a little furious now but the precedent has been set. I don’t feel like there is something I can say.
I reach into the bag, this time a little bit more aggressively. “Grab a donut and I’ll take it and shake my head a bit and think, “Whatever. A couple of minutes are gone. For the next departure, a call comes on the loudspeaker. The guy gets up and begins collecting his things. He’ll come to the end of the table, and he’ll stop. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him. He reaches into his pocket and takes the last donut out of it. “I believe, “Seriously? ” He’s smiling at me, splitting a donut into two and handing it over to me.
I reach out and I, in shock, take the half donut. He nods to me and walks forward. I’m sitting with a donut in my lap, watching him walk away. I hear the call for my flight as I sit there pondering the irony of what has just happened. I’m getting up. I’ll get my wallet. I’m going to get my scarf. And my bag of donuts is under my sweater. I didn’t just eat those donuts all the time, and he didn’t say anything. He took the last donut out of it and cut it in half and gave it to me.
I reach out and I, in shock, take the half donut. He nods to me and walks forward. I’m sitting with a donut in my lap, watching him walk away. I hear the call for my flight as I sit there pondering the irony of what has just happened. I’m getting up. I’ll get my wallet. I’m going to get my scarf. And my bag of donuts is under my sweater. I didn’t just eat those donuts all the time, and he didn’t say anything. He took the last donut out of it and cut it in half and gave it to me.
It's all about buying the right donut and taking the right bite.
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