Alien Jesus Collective

Dark Night turned to sunny morning before I knew it. 6 am. oh! But 6am means fresh, delicious donuts just being put on the shelves at Basha’s, the finest donuts around here.
I got there at 6.03 am, salivating, waiting for fresh donut air to hit me, god good, is there anything better than a good donut?
But as I got closer I could see far too much of the stainless steel shelves, no warm, glowing hues of sprinkles, icing, glaze.
No donuts! No Bear Claws! nothing! I looked back into the bakery kitchen hoping to catch sight of huge laden trays being ready for ME, but no. NO! A worker saw me with clenched fists ready to bust up the cases and said in broken english “They all go wrong, we make again”. WHEN! ? When will there be donuts?” she just shrugged and said “there ees thee day old”.
Day old donuts. Like being the last man on a gang bang, no way. So I bought some Entemanns assortment box donuts and they aren’t too bad but Goddamn it!