When I got there, I jumped in line and inched closer to the counter, trying to see what was available. I'm always on the lookout for the holy grail - the chocolate marshmallow, a marvelous confection of chocolate frosted raised doughnut filled with marshmallow crème. I've had three in as many years. As I got about six people away from my turn, I saw on the bottom rack one lonely marshmallow jewel. I almost yelled out, "I claim that one." Instead, I tried to play it cool and will the people in front of me to make other choices. When the woman behind the counter called on me, I jumbled together I'lltakeadozendoughnuts,canIpleasehavethechocolatemarshamallow? I picked eleven others, but honestly I was focused on five minutes in the future when it would be me alone in the car with that doughnut and a bottle of milk.
I won't go into more detail, as the next few minutes are very private, but here is an aftershot: