Hmmm.
That reminds me of a story. I was traveling through Kentucky with my father once, and pulled into this gas station. I stood against the car while pumping gas, and asked my old man if he smelled doughnuts.
He looked at me like I was nuts, so I asked him again. He started laughing like crazy.
"I swear to God, it's like I've got a doughnut factory under my nose. What the hell man?"
He points past me, and I turn around. We're in the parking lot of a doughnut super store. It's Valhalla for doughnuts. It's got a restaurant just to eat the doughnuts, it's...massive. It was basically brand new then. Cheeses and pastries everywhere.
I swear we laughed for the next 20 miles. We're only ever there once every few years, but to this day, whenever we stop there, I get out and ask if anyone smells doughnuts.
