Kreepy Kreme

Dear creepy girl at Krispy Kreme,

I don't know what you were on last night when my friends Nick, Drew, and I stopped by your Burbank Krispy Kreme, but you surely freaked us out.

I'm not sure what it was...Could it have been the fact that you didn't smile? Could it have been the fact that you kept pressuring Nick to make an order as he was contemplating your fine selection of donuts? "Do you want a six-pack? Do you want a six-pack?" AHHHH! Just let us browse the donuts!

Could it have been how you said, "I'll just wait here until you decide" and just stood there in a steely, cold way staring at us while we looked through the display case?

Could it have been the way you said "Are you laughing at me?" as we giggled nervously as we tried to make a donut decision after you put the pressure on us to make our order?

Never have I wanted to grab my glazed and maple donuts and rush out of a Krispy Kreme so fast...

Thanks Krispy Kreme for your night of sweet, sweet terror...I'll be using the drive-thru window next time...

Kisses,

Mandel