A Beautiful Thing · Jun 25, 10:25 AM
Once a week for the past few years I have stopped in at a donut/bagel shop for breakfast on the way to work. The main guy behind the counter is eastern european (maybe polish/czech?) and we generally keep our conversation to my order and I watch as he clocks the super rich and toned housewives getting fancy coffee (this is in one of the richest neighborhoods in the country – I am just passing through.)
Last week he stops me, tells me he has my order and not to worry. He pulls three of my regulars and then tells me my selections are just perfect. In fact, my order “is a beautiful thing.” The donuts I choose are not the most fancy but they are three of the best there is. He also marvels at the combination of tastes and how well they go together.
“Hey, a chocolate glazed is a solid donut but getting two every day is jusy boring,” he laughs. He remarks how much he loves food and also serving others who truly appreciate the joy of eating (he has me pegged on that one.) My english-challenged friend closes by remarking that he is a “donut man” and truly sees the beauty of my order.
I bounce to my car and turn up the radio with the windows down and dash out of the parking lot full of myself. It must be what Charlize Theron feels like when someone compliments her gown at the Oscars.
I am proud. I am hungry.
Beautiful thing… prepare to be eaten.
— John Foster
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