Damn anyone who has a KK anywhere near. I live in an area of the world (there are still quite a few) where the GOOD OL' BOYS on the city council will not allow the BIG BOYS to come into their town, because it will hurt the business of the other GOOD OL' BOYS. Basically, the city council is a bunch of old men who either own, or are close friends with/exchange great gifts with the people who own all the businesses in town. They're all looking out for their own best interests, not those of the city. Can you say KICKBACK? So, we are stuck with this SH!TTY-ASS do-nut place that makes these rotten donuts that, when you buy them fresh as they come, taste MORE STALE and crusty than KK donuts do when they have been SITTING IN A CAR FOR A MONTH. --And this is in a college town. Not to mention the fact that this donut shop is not open in the mornings. --Or at night. Nope. It's open from the time the owner gets his ass up and opens it until the time he goes home to eat his supper and beat his wife. --So, basically, there's not good time to get donuts. Oh, the joys of having a Krispy Kreme. The only KK satisfaction I get is when we drive to Birmingham to visit Heather's family. There is one on the way, and there are some there.
Ricky
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