I have a sweet tooth I’ve tried to tame, but we still arm wrestle, when he quite often wins the round.
It’s how I met Aziz, the donut man on my corner: glazed, jelly, crullers a foot long, winking from the window of his flaming red cart like sugary whores whispering…
wanna a good time?
I’m not that kinda girl, I say, as we make awkward eye contact.
Aziz, like a matador, waves his cape to tempt me even when I say I have no cash, armed with only my prepaid Starbucks card.
“Ah, you could use a donut,” he says.”
Yeah, I’ve heard that one before, as my sugar count does the tango.
“You pay me tomorrow. I know you. I see you every day,” lowering a nicely wrapped cruller from the window.
I think for a second. Well, it would be rather rude not to accept since, he is making a friendly gesture.
Next thing I know, cruller and I are at the deli buying a quart of fat free milk.
A girl, after all, does have to make a sacrifice here and there, doesn’t she?
Ho-hum
SB
A girl sacrifices & she does it without cribbing & complains😊. Have a read of my blog, do follow if you like it 🤗
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Some of us complain. 🙂
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I have many vices but I am pleased and relieved to report that sugar isn’t one of them. I have the teeth and pancreas to prove it. Does that sound rather smug? Well, when you’re as decrepit as I, you need to wield your few remaining smug opportunities with great gusto, whenever they’re presented.
You could offer yourself succour on the grounds that, as substance abuse goes, sugar is probably not the worst. 🙂
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Love the word smug. It seems to say it all. I’ve been known to dream of dessert. When I was a kid, I named my Oreos then would cry after I ate them. My breaking of a crown was my warning shot over the bow? Bough? Have to look that up. Be smug. It suits you Mick…:)
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p.s. you could try just eating the hole.
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I need to stay away from the matador of donuts. It’s that simple.
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Maybe 🙂
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I’ll just bet you’re much younger than I am. Complaining after 50 is a rite of passage.
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True, I am just 19. You are right. I respect and appreciate your opinion.♥️♥️
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Well I appreciate that. Thanks.
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Hmmm, reminds me of a children’s book. If you give a Susannah a donut, then she’ll want a glass of milk. …
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I’m a child at heart Skinny, just with wrinkles.
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Aziz could never be anywhere near me … ever! I’m that easy! “Hey whore what’s up?” would be my line.
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It’s also a very alluring cart with Xmas lights all year round in the shape of donuts…I kid you not.
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WHERE IS THIS CART!! I AM ON MY WAY
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That’s so funny. LOL
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You can make a complete story out of two facts. Amazing!
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Yes Anne, I’m essentially an essay writing fool. My love for writing has turned me into one. Despite how I may bore some, I feel it’s a grace of my very own. Sigh. 🙂
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You have your special grace. I’m glad it has touched me.
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You flatter me Anne. Really.
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The temptation to overindulge in New York is irrresistable. The smell and sight of sinful food is everywhere.
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You said it sista 🙂
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