Bun run

How many times have I told Tony and Jeffrey? How many times!

If you want cinnamon buns the size of a toilet seat, you got to get to Guerneville early!

Well sure. They only make one batch a day, and all the early-rising sport fishermen, hikers and porto-potty technicians snatch them up before they have a chance to get cold.

And I figured we be up early anyway because we were supposed to go up and help Brenna and Diane move. And you always get up early when you're helping your friends to move, right?

Hell yeah. I was ready at 6:15.

Well, long story short, after coaxing and cajoing Tony and Jeffrey and driving like a bat out of hell up 101, I pulled into Guerneville at about ten minutes to ten, and we walked over to the cinnamon bun place, and then I gazed with some small faint hope into the glass case which normally houses huge fluffy cinnamon buns the size of a toilet seat.

And when I did I saw that it was empty, save for large sheet of wax paper bearing swirly glistening bun-shaped imprints.

I seriously thought about offering the chick behind the counter a dollar if she'd let me lick it.

Kurt "big daddy" True
11 june 2006