Some Saturday mornings during college, I would walk downtown (I went to college in a small town) and get a fresh glazed doughnut (not donut!) at the bakery. It was so delicious and with my metabolism, I never had to worry about the calories.
However, during high school, my first job was waiting tables at a cafe and doughnut shop. I would come home from work exhausted and reeking of the smell of the grease in which the doughnuts were fried. Later, after college, I worked for a time in a health food store in Steamboat Springs, Colorado (yes, they made and sold doughnuts there, ironically,) I’d arrive in the morning to see the doughnuts draining and although the smell wasn’t as intense as at the cafe, it was enough to put me off eating doughnuts for quite some time, just as in high school.
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