
Tuesday morning my six-year old and I hung out at Honeydew Donuts while we waited for Town Fair Tire to put some new tires on the family vehicle. The scene is probably pretty typical: a bunch of seniors hanging out with their small coffee and donut, shooting the shit, watching the TV. The interesting thing was that they went outside every 10 minutes for a smoke, including the guy on his “Rascal” motorized cart. That guy was hauling ass through the shop, which is only 30 feet long, so my son was very impressed. Each person that entered the shop spoke to my son (see photo – that’s him posing with a Bentley at British Car Day at Lars Anderson’s in Brookline; he’s very engaging and happy as hell). One of the seniors noticed that he ate only half his donut, and started asking the other seniors (all were men except for one) if they could ‘help this kid eat his donut’. My son giggled and held his donut close, then nice conversation follows (“how old are you?”, “do you have a girlfriend?”, “where do you go to school?”, etc.). At one point, the senior in in the Marine Corps hat warned him about the guy about to enter the shop: “Do you see that great big, giant guy about to come in here? You better eat that donut or hide it because this guy will walk right in here and eat it, he’ll eat anything left out on the table!” My son giggled more, and covered up his donut with a napkin. The man then told my boy that “when you’re old like us, but by then we’ll be ancient, you can come hang out with us, OK?”. That drew a big smile. The man then added, “it’s usually mobbed in here, around 15 of us, but ten or so went to the casino today”.
Then a strange lady came in, introducing herself to the counter staff, and ordered her iced coffee. Several things appeared to be wrong with her coffee, and she started her feedback by shaking her head, and saying, “This isn’t made right!” First, there was too much milk in it (the woman appeared to be pregnant), “it will give me agita, you know, with the baby”, second, there wasn’t enough caramel in it – ”sweetie, you need a few more shots of the caramel”, then she spent a few more minutes methodically upending her cup to mix it properly, exaggeratedly bending over her big belly; it was quite a production. She asked who the manager was, and then introduced herself to the manager. She then left the store without paying. Wow – quite a show. The thing was, she looked surprisingly like a woman (who also appeared to be pregnant) I ran into in a completely different town who claimed that she needed money to pay for gas at the gas station down the street (long story: thought she had her wallet, her son must have taken it out, was supposed to adopt a puppy, etc. The longer the story is, the less likely it is to be true). My son was taking an art class, and the woman had gone door-to-door at the strip mall where the class was held. She rejected my offer of a ride back to the gas station and to pay for her gas, but gladly accepted any change I had. She said she preferred to walk , “because of the baby”. I swear to God, it was the same lady. Lot’s of gesturing, drama, conversation, calling you ‘honey, dear, sweetie’ etc. What are the odds?

