sugary shame

I have to get something off my chest.

First of all, I know there is no excuse for what I did. But just let me say, I am on the road. In a town where no one knows me. And my need was strong. Then I found myself in a compromising position.

So I did something I said I'd never do.

I purchased something at Wal-Mart.

I know this is a great disappointment to many of you who have known me for years. I'm sure that of all your friends, I'm the one you never thought would do something so out of character.

The thing is, I promised to bring in donuts. I'm working in a different location for a few days and I thought it would be a nice gesture. I made a big deal about it, announcing it to the office. (Lesson learned there.) Then I tried to find a donut place near my hotel and the facility. Would you believe there aren't any? No Krispy Kreme, no Dunkin' Donuts. The good news is, there is a locally owned place, but it was pretty far off the beaten path. So at 7:30 a.m. I was already running late, and the woman at the front desk offered what she thought was a helpful suggestion: "There's a Wal-Mart just one street over!"

So I began the drive of shame. I kept my head down, stealthily crept to the bakery, the check-out, and declined a bag (no evidence!)  I pawned my ill-gotten wares in the office and people thanked me. They had no idea of what I'd done. But I can hardly live with myself.

I hope you'll find it in your heart to forgive me. Please believe me: it meant nothing.