Yoga, Donut Holes, and a Hot Man (for Breakfast)

I had a great yoga class this morning. So great that I blatantly ignored the instructor’s suggestion to have a nutritious meal, and got donut holes from the place next door.

I only wanted maybe two, but there was a dozen minimum, and because I only had a credit card, I needed to spend at least $5. I decided to buy a bottled mocha Frappuccino to reach the minimum. It added up to $4.75. I told the guy to charge me $5, and he said it wasn’t necessary, and he couldn’t anyway because the cash register wouldn’t balance at the end of the day. I was committed to being generous, damn-it-all-to-hell, so I insisted on adding the $0.25 to the credit card receipt. I thought I was being so generous, and just now I calculated it to be 5%. Now I feel a little like a chump.

Anyway, here I am with a dozen donut holes, and I’m still dripping sweat from my yoga class. I decide this is the perfect time to transform into my alter-ego Miss Hospitality. Like the people behind the “Free Hugs Campaign” (here’s a YouTube video), I decide to offer my excess donut holes to strangers.

This was surprisingly harder than I expected. Maybe it was because I was wearing a yoga outfit and kinda stinky, maybe they thought the donut holes laced with something, or maybe people are just so darn health-conscious these days (“damn commies” as my former aikido teacher would say). Very few people took any. Three people, in fact.

I was so caught up in being generous, being the sweaty crazy lady giving away smiles, hopefully a laugh, and a bunch of empty calories, I didn’t notice right away that I had put my yoga mat and towel, my water bottle, my cell phone, and my ice-cold mocha Frappuccino bottle in the car, along with my keys and locked them all inside.

I used the donut store’s phone to call my husband to have him bring the second set of keys to our truck. I realized I could get all perfectionist and feel foolish for trying to be so friendly, but I decided to just sit in the donut shop while I waited, and I ate six of the donut holes. Hey, I figure six donut holes probably equals one whole donut.

How are you going to spread a little hospitality, generosity, or friendliness today?

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3 thoughts on “Yoga, Donut Holes, and a Hot Man (for Breakfast)

  1. Mara Migraineur August 16, 2013 at 2:45 pm Reply

    Am I the only one who thinks we need to hear more about the hot man??

    • flawson August 16, 2013 at 2:54 pm Reply

      That’s my husband, he drove all the way to pick me up. That’s hawt. And he didn’t tease me at all for trying to offer strangers donut holes while sweaty or for locking my keys in the car.

  2. Lovelyn August 16, 2013 at 3:04 pm Reply

    I’m glad he didn’t tease you. My husband can’t resist a good teasing opportunity.

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