[Crusty]

I'd like to relate a true horror story that happened to me at the Alton
Dunkin' Donuts...

A couple of years ago I was in town to close-up camp. It was a crisp
autumn day --Halloween to be exact-- and I stopped by the Alton Dunkin'
Donuts for a doughnut and coffee.

The young man at the counter was strangely courteous and efficient in
filling my order. As he passed me my change, he smiled and wished me a
"Happy Halloween". I thought nothing of it and returned to my car.

Both the doughnut (a "long-john") and the coffee were deceptively good.
I remember regretting that I hadn't also ordered a cruller.

Absent-mindedly, I examined my receipt.

A chill swept over me and the hairs on the nape of my neck bristled.
The seemingly pleasant young man at the counter had dealt me a
devastating blow. For there on the receipt, without my asking for it,
was my first "senior discount". Oh, the horror! I know that doughnuts
are not the healthiest snack, but I never thought that a single
15-minute visit could turn a sprightly youth into a doddering old man.

I was depressed for a week (but I still like the doughnuts).