In 1995 our little Village of McBride didn’t have any source of doughnuts, so our always hungry Forestry staff initiated “Doughnut Day.” We arranged for the courier, who every day delivered parcels from big city Prince George to McBride, to periodically stop by a Tim Hortons before beginning his long drive, and pick up a box of doughnuts for our office. We never knew exactly when that would happened, but whenever he could, we happily paid him for his efforts.
One morning I was in a rush and wasn’t able to fix myself a sandwich for lunch before going to work, but figured I could buy one at the local delicatessen. When lunchtime rolled around I walked to the deli with my stomach juices were running, primed for a exotic store-bought sandwich, but to my dismay, I discovered a sign taped to the door which said the Deli was closed. Confused, discouraged, and wondering what I could eat, I walked back to our office.
When I got back in the office my low spirits suddenly soared. I discovered that while I was away, the courier from Prince George had arrived and had dropped off a Tim Horton’s box which was sitting on the table in the coffee break room. It was “Doughnut Day”!
I opened the box, studied the selection, and picked out a cream-filled chocolate doughnut and settled down to eat my unexpected meal. That day my lunch consisted of the two doughnuts and a Mountain Dew. It was not exactly a balanced meal, but my taste buds and gut were satisfied.
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