ltmolloy@ima.UUCP (02/11/85)
Sunday Afternoons and Donuts
You ever wonder why it was when you were little that on odd
occasions your father would buy donuts after church. While it is a
poignent memeory as to ones childhood the dilemma that develops is
when you begin your career.
Free of children and academic responsibility Weedends take on
a new meaning. Spending it with friends is great. Then you get a
great idea to go out and get donuts. It sounds like a neat thing to
do. You have the money and the time.
So what do you do? You stop at Dunkin Donuts and get a 1/2
dozen donuts (freshly baked) (notice the difference between you and your fath
er, your father went to the bakery, you go to Dunkin Donuts) and take them
back to the apartment. Then you and your friends get involved in some event
and you forget about the donuts. Then when the need to be satiated develops
you say
'hey where are the donuts?'
'I don't know? says one friend.
Your third friend (soon to lose his status) says 'I don't know either?
Maybe I'm sitting on them.' As he gets up to look on the couch
you all discover that your $1.79 investment in Bavarian Creme (1), Boston
Creme (3) and Jelly (2) have now been transformed into a waffle thin melange
of flour and goo.
And there lies one of the great differences in life. You realize that
Sunday's just aren't the goddam same anymore.
Please send all responses by postal mail to:
Lawrence T. Molloy
Geologic Systems
968 Post Road
Scarsdale NY 10583