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Glaze On The Highway

Remember Driver’s Ed?  I do.  I don’t know about you all, but at our school we drove on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and did classroom work on Tuesday and Thursday.  The only reason we didn’t drive every day was because the health teacher used the car on Tuesday and Thursday for Sex Ed.  Usually, Tuesday and Thursday was book work, simulators that were made in the 1950’s and films.  One film in particular, Blood On The Highway, was used to impress upon us young teens the perils of crashing a 3,000 pound vehicle into another vehicle.  Or guardrail.  Or the asphalt.  It was kind of like Faces Of Death meets Scared Straight.  It was quite effective.  It was filled with all the blood and gore you would expect from a drivers ed video trying to scare the crap out of young, soon-to-be licensed drivers.  I think they use one now called Red Asphalt, (there’s a cheery title) with much of the same results, I’m sure.  I had been lucky enough through the years not to happen upon one of those horrible crash scenes where the cars are all mangled and the forensics team is walking around with baggies; lucky enough, that is, until today.

SHOCKING, I KNOW

SHOCKING, I KNOW

I was out running errands when I saw it.  It was too late to swerve, and besides, on a 2 lane highway, one never swerves.  We learned that on day 1.  I followed my training; I grabbed the wheel firmly at 10 and 2 o’clock, let my foot off of the gas, lightly tapped the brakes and prepared for the worst.  Nothing.  Not even a bump.  I looked up into the rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of white, green, tan and a tiny bit of red.  Not enough red to be a femoral bleeder, but enough to notice.  I also noticed the lack of anything that looked body-ish.  Thankfully, there was no one behind me and I was able to peruse the image in the mirror a little more closely.  That’s when more details began to emerge.  Details like; the victim(s) were more round than I would have expected.  They also had obviously not been wearing their seat belts, which would explain the debris field that now littered the road.  There were parts all over the road, in the grass along the shoulder and probably on the tires and undercarriage of many a car.  My last look at their vehicle confirmed what I already knew, I had done it; I had killed a box of Krispy Kreme donuts.

JUST SEEING THIS MAKES ME TEAR UP...AGAIN

JUST SEEING THIS MAKES ME TEAR UP...AGAIN

About a quarter of a mile further up, I took a right headed towards my house.  Up ahead I could see something in the road, something eerily familiar; a rectangular white, green and red box with the souls of 12 more poor donuts smashed underneath it.  It was at this point that I felt the first tear fall upon my cheek.  I looked further still, another hundred feet down the road there were 2 more boxes, both of them torn apart like so much busted plumbing.  Donut bodies were strewn across the road, a few survivors lingered in the grass.  I pulled over and did what I could, but without a glass of milk my efforts would only go so far.  I just thank the lord that these were all glazed donuts, I don’t know if I could have held down my breakfast if there had been any jelly-filled in those boxes.  Imagining the horror of a box of eclairs scattered across the blacktop was enough to get me back into the car.  I came upon 3 more accident scenes before turning on my street.  Who could do this sort of thing?  What kind of animal leaves the backdoor to his Krispy Kreme donut delivery truck open while flying down the road?  When they find the perpetrator, I hope they throw the book at him.  He obviously bears no remorse for his actions; hell, he didn’t even stop, people!  He could have saved some of those poor donuts; maybe not for the front row of the display case, but he could have dusted them off and handed them out as free samples to customers around the coffee machine at his next stop.  No, probation is too lenient for this animal; he deserves to be dragged behind his panel truck, like that poor dog in Vacation.  And I know, as surely as night follows day, that somewhere, right now, in a convenience store near me: a policeman silently weeps next to an empty donut display case.

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  1. WeaselMomma

    I hope that this gets vigorously investigated. You have a serial pastry killer on the loose in your area and need to take precautions to keep your Twinkies safe. I vote that you eat them all very quickly, for the safety of your family, until this monster is caught.

    (NukeDad) All of the evidence points to the driver and his negligence, I hope there wasn’t an accomplice. I’ll put the Little Debbies fudge rounds in the freezer just in case.

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    Mar 30, 2010 @ 5:14 am


  2. Melisa

    But what about the holes???

    WHAT

    ABOUT

    THE HOLES???

    *weep*

    (NukeDad) I wish I knew. Hopefully, they were all in day care and this was an adults only delivery. I didn’t see any Munchkins anywhere.

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    Mar 30, 2010 @ 6:19 am


  3. PJ Mullen

    Oh those poor Krispy Kremes, they were so young.

    (NukeDad) Yep; innocence shattered due to the carelessness of an adult.

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    Mar 30, 2010 @ 8:36 am


  4. Tom

    I think I read an obituary about them. The service was at 375 for five minutes each side.

    My buddies and I used to do donuts in the school parking lot, but nobody ever got hurt. A truly tragic loss, and I’m sorry you had to be witness to it.

    (NukeDad) You are correct, Sir! They have the stores here where you can see them getting made. Pretty amazing process-of course, once they’re in the truck, they’re on their own!

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    Mar 31, 2010 @ 4:02 pm


  5. Leta

    My brother, I do believe there is another possibility….one that most would dare not speak. I believe, in order to save themselves from being thoroughly eviscerated and then dumped into a pool of acid, they collectively decided to jump…Those that made it to the side of the road were more fortunate, or were they? Lying there until a small creature with a furry tail grabs one and begins..oh the horror!…nibbling!…Alas they were to suffer a fate worse than their ancestors….nibbled instead of chomped!

    (NukeDad) You may be on to something-sort of like that UFO cult out in San Diego years ago; Heaven’s Gate? I didn’t even think to look for more evidence. If they were all wearing black Nike’s, then my theory would be proved correct!

    Apr 01, 2010 @ 10:01 am


  6. Papa K

    Probably some rich a-hole with a thousand boxes of Krispy Kremes just tossing them out the window of his porshe just to be an ass.

    (NukeDad) I thought just owning the Porsche would be enough. :)

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    Apr 02, 2010 @ 12:28 am


  7. Momo Fali

    The horror. The HORROR!

    (NukeDad) It still gives me the shivers.

    Apr 05, 2010 @ 9:40 pm

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