Ryan's brother Mark and nephew Jamie were in town this last week taking a tour of BYU. They stayed at our house over the weekend and hung out with us when they weren't busy touring BYU's campus. On the morning of their tour, Ryan took Mark and Jamie to Krispy Kreme. Ryan promised me that he would bring a chocolate cake donut to school and give it to me before I went to my first class. When I got on campus, I called Ryan, but he said that he had forgotten my donut in the car. I was pretty mad because I had purposely not eaten, thinking I was going to enjoy a chocolatey glazed donut before class.
After class I was starving. Ryan said he was sorry and took me to the car to get my donut. It took so long that I had to take the box (with my donut and one of Jamie's) and run to class. I placed the box beneath my chair and waited until the end of class. I planned on eating my donut on my way to work, but despite my hunger, I left my seat without taking my box of donuts. I had to rush from class to work and the donuts were forgotten. As soon as I arrived at my office I remembered my donuts and ran back down to my classroom. The door was closed, so I decided to wait until the class was over and I could finally eat my donut.
I got back down to the room right before the bell rang. I had to fight my way into the classroom as other kids were filing out. My eyes searched for my desk and my box of donuts.
At last, breakfast!
I opened my box and found only one donut inside. A half eaten donut. Someone had stolen my donut and had the gall to leave Jamie's as evidence, half eaten and still in the box. I looked up in a rage and saw a stupefied boy sitting in my desk. His face was red and embarrassed, which told me he was the one I should yell at. I said, "Are you serious!" I smashed the lid closed, crushing the half eaten donut inside. I threw the mangled box in the garbage before I left. I was so furious someone had stolen my dumb donut. The audacity.
