Legends Never Die Part II
There is something that I hold very close to my heart. It’s been special to me since I grew my first tooth way back in whenever that was. Every time I see it, it brings excitement to me in way nothing else ever really has. It satisfies me in a way I can’t even describe, and I just don’t know what I would do without them.
Do you know what I’m talking about?
Some of you may share my adoration.
Are you ready?
A just off the rolling cylinder…
Original glazed….
Krispy Kreme doughnut.
I mean, does it get any better?
Yesterday, on a journey across south Georgia with my mother for some car parts we approached our local Krispy Kreme shop. As I sat at the light fantasizing about how good one would taste rolling around my tongue…(ehh heeeh) the hot light came on.
“Mommy can we stop please,” I asked as I careened into the parking lot and jumped out of the car to beat some old people to the front of the line. (I didn’t think she would object). As I picked up one of those paper Krispy Kreme hats and put it on, the lady asked what I would like. “One dozen original glazed please,” I said, slamming my Krispy Kreme cash card down on the counter. I, KaNisa, was the first to obtain the hotness of the hour and I was proud. She rang my order…
“That’ll be five dollars and twenty cents.”
I didn’t think anything about it at the time, as I was indulging and burning my mouth on the hotness, but FIVE DOLLARS AND TWENTY CENTS? Really? Since when where Krispy Kremes so expensive? Last time I remember, they were three something for a dozen.
My mother said, back in the day when she’d bring a dozen doughnuts home if she came in from a date with my father, twelve doughnuts cost fifty cents.
FIFTY CENTS!
How did mark-up of 1000 some odd percent happen in the past 30 years or so? How much will a dozen cost when I have kids? 10 dollars? 20 dollars?
What’s REALLY going on?
And that’s another thing. Those people in Southwest Georgia don’t know how to make a Krispy Kreme. The volume of those things they call doughnuts are entirely too big and they don’t have enough glaze.
I ought to report them.
Anyway, my argument here is: Krispy Kreme makers should closely monitor what their stores are doing. Albany hardly ever has that hot sign on, AND when they do, the doughnuts are sub par. As a loyal customer for the past 21 years, I feel that the such stores are unacceptable.
Some of the new Atlanta stores are guilty too…I feel that they should all take a lesson from the Krispy Kreme shop on Plank Rd. in Baton Rouge Louisiana.
That’s the way you do it, ya’ll.
