Monday, March 26, 2012

Who Eats the Donut?

The first real argument my parents had was over a donut.

They were on their honeymoon and had stopped in a little diner in Summerton, SC, for dinner. Donuts were desert and there were three of them. After they each had a donut one was left on the plate.

According to my mother my father told her to eat the last one. She didn’t want it and told him so in, according to her, “nice terms.” He told her again to eat it and, as they say, it was on.

There are a couple of ways to look at this and we can open these cans of worms with questions:
- How often do we let petty things cause big problems?
- How often do little issues represent bigger issues?
- Are we able to look past the silliness and get to the heart of the matter?
- Are we better off simply ignoring it all and moving ahead?
- Do we just eat the donut and say thank you?
- Do we say, “I’ll eat it later” and throw it away as soon as we get a chance?
- Do we use the situation as a testing ground for the relationship?
- Do we use it as a conversation starter?

If it’s a Kryspy Kreme glazed I’d just eat it and shut up.

1 comment:

  1. Thank God thay you came along to eat the other donut and saved the marriage.