“There are donuts available,” I said to JV, my fellow cow-orker. “Over by JW's desk.”
His eyes grew wide. “Ooooooh, Krispy Kremes.” He rushed out the office door and came back a few minutes later. “These are the best donuts.” I nodded agreeement. Mom taught me never to talk with my mouth full. “They're even better fresh from the factory.”
“It's hard to believe they can get better than this,” I said.
“They are.”
We both slipped into blissful Krispy Kreme comas.