A Dozen of Donut Holes
    When Jim and Della were younger, they used to be greatly caring about each other's needs.  And maybe they still are. Since ten years ago on Christmas eve, life seemed to be always a little bit sacrificial and got complicated with many ups and downs because of each decision they allowed themselves to make.  Now they got two beautiful children. There were many Jewelry from Jim that Della had to give up to resolve their financial problems, but their children were much more worth than a set of silver spoons from their great grand parents, which both Jim Della  have no doubt about. 
    Idea of family vacation, such as going cruise to Nassau in Bahama sounded like a dream in their dream. As their children reached to school age and got out of school during summer, Jim and Della needed to think twice or more whether they should pay for their summer camp. A couple of hundred dollars times two equaled to too much expenses, considering the money they both made. Besides he just got laid off at Nuclear plant, so he didn't mind to stay home while taking care his children.  The family-owned bakery that Della worked had been drastically slowed down in business every since the city revised all route of public bus service.  The city, too, was trying to cut their employees due to rising cost of fuels. The bakery used to a busy place for whom waited for their bus, regardless of hours. Della used to fill up on the shelves inside of the showcases with sugar donuts, apple strudels, croissants and some other breads three times a day, now she only need to fill once or twice.

    "Della, I don't know if you like it or not, but we're not going to open the store for two weeks in August. Business has been pretty slow and when it's slow like this, we rather close up the store and take some vacation."

    When the owner gave her the news, she thought this must be a vacation from nightmare. Besides not going to get paid for two weeks, what about leftover donuts and bread that she is allowed to bring home for breakfast every morning?

    "OK...that's fine with me, if that's what you have decided,"  She replied as if the owner's decision didn't affect her at all.

    Sunday morning was sunny and bright.  Three days passed since Della's involuntary vacation. Last batch of leftover donuts and bread she brought home were all gone. Their children were up since seven o'clock in the morning.

    "It's nice outside.  Take us to the beach! Let's go to the beach!"

    Beach...during the summer, it was actually the only place Jim and Della could afford to be outside all day without spending money at places such as a mall, movie theater with over-charged popcorn and soda, or any theme parks which charges arms and legs and never let us to bring our own lunch.  So Della packed leftover egg salad from dinner the night before along with bags of chips that were buy-one-get-one-free at supermarket yesterday.

    "Oh, well,' she sighed.

    Those bags of chips were supposed to last for next two weeks according to her book-keeping mind. Now they would probably perish in one day on the beach.
    Quickly we put on our bathing suits under T-shirts and we hit on the road to the beach. Della sighed again when she saw the meter of gas tank indicating barely half full after giving Jim twenty five dollar yesterday.

    Not even five minutes passed after we left home, their children started to whine.

    " I haven't eaten anything for breakfast."

    "Yeah, we are starving!" They didn't stop whining as we got closer to shopping area of the town, seeing all types of signs of fast food restaurant. Jim and Della looked at each other. 

    Della turned around to her children and said, "Why didn't you serve yourself a bowl of cereal with milk?"

    "Because Dad said let's go..." One of the children answered.

    "No! There wasn't any 'cause I ate them all." The other confessed.

    "NO, NO, NO!" When he was about to turn right to enter the drive -thru of Mcdonald's, Della suddenly protested.

    "Why?"  Surprised Jim asked Della while taking off his right-turn signal and keeping his way straight.

    "Because I don't want to spend money on two happy meals plus whatever we will be ordering for ourselves,"  she said while looking out of the window.

    "But Della, you are going to end up spending the same amount of money everywhere we go."

    Then sign of Krispy Kreme was getting closer.

    "Why don't we get a dozen of donuts at Krispy Kreme? We hardly ever get donuts from there."  Children were all excited as Della made a suggestion.  Jim didn't say anything and kept driving.

    "Why are you so quiet, Jim? I know you are sick of eating donuts and sweet bread everyday..."

    At next corner, we found Dunkin' Donuts.

    "How about Dunkin' Donuts, Jim? There, you can have some croissant with ham and egg?"  Della looked at Jim, but he acted as if her didn't hear anything and kept going.

    "JIM! I am talking to you! Can we PLEASE stop hunting breakfast already?"

    To make a long story short, they bought a dozen of donuts at Dunkin'.  Their donuts were all pretty with sprinkle, powder-sugared, and rich chocolate frosting.  Della picked classic glazed donuts, just for Jim, who decided to remain in the car.

    "Do you want any sandwiches instead of donuts?" Before going inside of the store, Della wanted to confirm what he really wanted.

    "No, just a dozen of donuts," he replied.

    When Della and children returned to the car and Jim finally took a bite of his glazed donut, he complained that it didn't taste as fresh as he thought.  That was the last thing Della had to deal with.

    "That is why I suggested, to begin with, to get dozen at Krispy Kreme, nice and warm, all glazed donuts! You should have told me so, or you should have paid more attention to what I say! I ended up eating almost the same amount of money to feed you this damn donut, only because of your indecisiveness!"

    "Hey, hey, hey, STOP! It's YOUR money. I can NOT decide what you want to spend money on even if I desperately wanted Krispy Kreme's."

     "What? Now you are telling me that you wanted Krispy Kreme? Bull crap...you were NOT listening anything when I am asking or talking to you. You have been floating in the air forever! I decided to compromise with Dunkin' because I thought you wanted sandwich of your choice instead and some donuts for us!"

    "Forget it! Forget it!"  Jim finished the last sip of coffee which was left at the very bottom of his ceramic mug he brought from home.

    In spite of lousy argument between Jim and Della, their children seemed to be contented with their colorful donuts. That was all they should be taking care, not what Jim wanted, not how much money Della had to spend on stone-cold donuts. They made sure that their children were fed and happy.  On the beach, they forgot about how to pay all the bill even though their money evaporates like a drop of water on the big, sizzling pan.

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 And here is just a reminder;  small children who don't know how to swim need donut rings to float, but they won't need them as they grow, as they learn how to float on their own.  That happens, eventually.


    



    






    


    
    

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