My weakness

My weakness

Somebody brought a big box of donuts to the office today.

The white box sat in the copy room.

I entered the room intending to abstain.

Really. I was going to abstain.

But then I saw them.

Poking out of the box in all their glazed, lumpy goodness.

Apple fritters.

There were apple fritters in the box.

They have long been my weakness.

I did not abstain.