
The gleaming lights of Donutville U.S.A.

Many old men apparently hang out and play Pac Man at midnight at Donutville.
I left the cashier a dollar tip after we bought a half-dozen doughnuts, and Patrick asked if it's customary to leave the doughnut lady tips for a take-out order. I was like, "Well, the poor lady is serving doughnuts to a bunch or old men playing Pac Man and smoking up a storm at midnight. She deserves it."

And Clarky, a sucker for anything raspberry, deserved a taste of Donutville, too.
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