You've got to be kidding me

Somebody mentioned Krispy Kreme donuts the other day, which reminded me of an experience I feel compelled to share.

There is a KK not far from my office, and on a whim a few weeks back I stopped in to pick up some yummy donutty goodness. I got a dozen (for the office, not just for me, you crazy people), two of this, two of that, two of the other. I noticed they have a Special of the Day advertised.

"What's the Special of the Day?" I ask the clerk.

"It's a white-frosted mango filled."

"Sounds good. I'll have two of those, too."

He hesitated. "It's really sweet."

I looked at him. "Yeah, I would sort of expect that."

"No, it's really sweet."

When the clerk at Krispy Kreme cautions you that a donut is sweet... you should consider yourself warned.

It was really sweet.

I mean, really, really sweet.

I love donuts. I love sweets of all sorts.

I couldn't finish it.

My seven year old son! couldn't finish it.

Any donut that is too sweet for seven-year-olds to eat really should come with warning labels.

Don't get me wrong, it was very tasty. In fact, when I went back I got another one. This time, though, I split it with three friends.

Krispy Kreme does do the donuts up right.