MMM, doughnuts

One problem with people doing things for you on a regular basis is that when you don't want said thing done, you have to explain why.

For instance, today is doughnut day at work. Each Thursday morning my boss brings me a maple frosted doughnut from the box that is brought in for everyone. The only time he doesn't is when he has to bring doughnuts, then I get a chocolate frosted.

He brought the doughnuts today so the first time I saw my boss was when he dropped the chocolate frosted off at my desk.

The only problem: I did not want it. I am having issues with my stomach this week. It might have something to do with the early shift I am working, or any of the other ninety-leven issues running through my brain (a condo for sale, a house to build, Friedreich's ataxia, a dog who is having sympathy stomach issues or maybe I am the one having the sympathy issues in some twisted O Henry dealie).

Whatever, the last thing that I really wanted was a big honking doughnut no matter how tasty. But if I tell my boss that I don't want it, he will ask: Do you feel OK? If I say yeah but I am not in a doughnut mood, he won't believe me. He knows me well. And if I say no, then I am a pariah at work ... like Typhoid Mary, even though FA is not contagious.

Stomach be damned (it already is anyway); I ate the doughnut.