C: We Were So Bad Today…

There was nothing on the slate, particularly, today.  I knew I had to work a trip into the office sometime this weekend, and there is always plenty of work to do around here on the weekend, but no schedule.

So, my phone rang at 8:30 this morning as I was still sipping coffee in my pajamas.  It was V.  She had been on the phone with M, one of our close friends, and was now calling to invite me out with them.  So, see, it is either M’s or V’s fault (I suspect V).

“Can you meet M  and me for breakfast at 9:30?”

I was game…I wouldn’t even shower.  I had just enough time. 

“Sure!  Where do we meet up?”

You won’t believe what she said…I could hardly believe it when I heard it:

“Krispy Kreme.”

What!!  This after I just wrote a post on the dangers of fast food?  Isn’t Krispy Kreme fast food danger squared??? 

V explained:  “Well, it’s cheap, and I’m craving a maple iced doughnut.”

That was enough justification for me.  Naturally, I was the first one there, grabbing a table for the three of us and politely holding back my salivary glands as I waited on my companions, watching the children wolf down orange and brown “fall/halloween” doughnuts.

While I was waiting on them, I pulled out the trusty I-Pad and flipped to the Krispy Kreme site, thinking I’d peruse the choices in flavors.  My eye fell on the “Nutritional Facts” link.  With a fair amount of trepidation, I clicked on it, breathing a sigh of relief that there was absolutely no information on calorie and fat content (they wouldn’t dare).  There was only a statement that the ingredients were really, really good (in what sense, I wondered) and that they were certified Kosher!

V and M arrived, we noshed on doughnuts (well, technically I had an apple fritter) and great coffee.  V got the maple doughnut she craved.  We spent a good hour and a half catching up with M and telling her our news.  It was great.

One of the high points came when V went to the bathroom (just hang with me a minute…).  She came back grinning from ear-t0-ear, saying, “I want each of you to go back there…I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

Interest aroused, M jumped up saying, “Me first!”  She, too, returned with a Mona Lisa smile, urging me on to my turn.

I entered the restroom with caution, scouting out the lay of the land.  It looked like a typical, spotlessly-clean restaurant bathroom with two stalls.  I chose the first one and peered in. 

The toilet looked normal to me.  Pretty much like the one in this picture.  I could not fathom what, on earth, was the big deal. 

Never one to waste an opportunity, I turned around and sat down.  It was then I realized what the fuss was about—the toilet was heated!  The seat was warm, and there was heat rising from the bowl, like it was filled with hot water.  I must say it was exceedingly comfortable and I can only imagine how wonderful it would be on a winter’s morning.

So, see, you never know what adventure lurks just around your corner!

All-in-all, I’d say it was a great morning!  Great friends, great junk food, and a warm posterior!  C