Lucky Doughnut
I can remember a particular summer night about five or six years ago. In those days I was working 12-hour night shifts at Intel, about 70 miles away. Also going to school fulltime, so I hardly slept. I was heading home about three a.m., which was nothing special for me, driving my Mercedes convertible with the top down. I was on one of those old two-lane highways in the southeastern part of the state. There were no lights, no buildings, just black trees and stars. On the CD player was a mix labeled "Top Down" I had made just for riding at night. The air was soft, the road deserted. I was feeling very mellow, thinking, my life couldn't get much better than this.
And then I spotted a Dunkin Donuts up ahead on the right. Not only open, but with a couple of cars and a big rig pulled up in the lot. I remember wondering where those vehicles had come from--there had been zero traffic in either direction. I stopped, bought a cup of coffee and a Boston cream doughnut, and drove away slowly with my booty on the console, licking chocolate icing and custard, thinking, okay, now my life is absolutely perfect.
Tuesday I was on the movie set, working outside all day in the cold. Steaming hot coffee was uppermost on everyone's mind. I went to get my first cup, passing up the usual premium snacks: fresh berries, pistachio nuts, cashews, dried apricots, fancy granolas, midget Snickers bars, and so on and on. But then the familiar pink-and-orange box caught my eye. (DD is a Boston-based company, omnipresent on local movie sets.) And yes, there was one Boston cream in the assortment. I elbowed a couple of extras out of the way...that was my lucky doughnut.