Can’t Wait
As they were going to their car, it was one of the many times Ben was happy that Amy didn’t like his driving. Ben raced to the car, waiting impatiently for Amy to unlock the doors. Climbing in, Ben tried to navigate buckling his seat belt while opening the box of goodies.
The bakery tape was the first challenge.
“Honey, whoever invented this tape that bakeries use should be fired. I shouldn’t need a knife to cut open this tape.”
As Ben tried to tear the tape, he realized it would be easier to try to peel it off of the box. Unfortunately his nails only caught a corner of the tape, pulling half of it, leaving the other half to keep the box securely sealed.
“Ugh!” Ben exclaimed.
Amy said, “Honey, give me the box.”
Ben begrudgingly gave Amy the box knowing she had the magic touch, and in a matter of seconds Amy returned the opened box to Ben.
He opened the lid like a kid opening his present on Christmas morning, revealing the variety of paczki inside, and one donut.
“I can’t believe I didn’t get a coffee cake, too,” said Ben.
Amy shook her head.
“Hmm? Which one to have?” asked Ben.
Amy replied, “Can’t you wait until we get home, you’re going to get powdered sugar all over my car.”
“I’ll be careful. I’m a trained, paczki-eating professional!” proclaimed Ben.
Amy shook her head again.
Amy started the drive home, and Ben took out one of the two raspberry paczki from the box. As he started to bring it to his mouth, he took a small breath, inhaling some powdered sugar. This caused Ben to sneeze, and as much as he tried to move his mouth away from the paczki, he wasn’t quick enough, and a cloud of powdered sugar drifted in the direction of the car’s dashboard.
“Don’t worry, I’ll clean that up,” said Ben, with a look of resignation at what was coming next.
“What was that you said?” asked Amy, “Something like, ‘Trained, paczki-eating professional?’”
Ben grinned as he finally took a bit of his paczki, smiling with delight, finishing it before they made it home.
As they got to the kitchen, Ben made a latte for the both of them, and went back to the pastry box.
“That’s your raspberry, isn’t it?” he asked Amy.
“Yes. I wouldn’t buy a rose paczki,” mentioned Amy with a slight hint of “I could have told you so.”
Ben handed the raspberry one to Amy, grabbed the rose paczki out of the box, and took a bite of it.
“Why do I buy one every year thinking I’m going to like it? Oh well, glad I bought the donut!”said Ben.
As he tossed the rest of the rose paczki in the garbage, he smiled from ear to ear as he took a giant bite of the triangle donut.