There was a phenomenon here in Ireland recently that has me utterly baffled.
I realise that different people like different things. I like cream cakes, lemon sponge cakes, Bakewell tarts and, yes, doughnuts. When it comes to the latter I may or may not choose it if I happen to be in a cake shop. I certainly wouldn’t go out of my way to buy one unless there was a specific occasion such as a party where people will only accept doughnuts, but I think that’s an unlikely event.
Recently however some American crowd opened a shop in Dublin called Krispy Kreme [you can tell they’re American by the fact that they cannot spell even the simplest of two words].
Okay, so the shop opened. There was a queue waiting for the opening event but there were free doughnuts on offer so that’s fine.
But the queues continued in the following week. People were using their drive through facility all night and queueing for up to an hour just to buy doughnuts.
Why in the name of all that’s holy would anyone want to sit in their car for an hour in the middle of the night just to buy doughnuts? I don’t care how good they are supposed to be, it is still insane. I could understand if it were bread or milk with an impending disaster on the horizon but fucking doughnuts? Were they sprinkling the top with crystal meth? Were the doughnuts baked with cocaine and filled with heroin?
Krispy Kreme doughnuts have been around since the thirties. They are a huge now multi-national corporation. Some people swear by their doghnuts. I’ve never had one. It’s not that I don’t like doghnuts, I do but Krispy Kreme has always been a southern thing and I prefer a creme filled doughnut.
I have heard of them before all right, but tell me one thing – do Americans spend an hour queueing at their drive throughs in the midde of the night? And if not, why not? Just curious.
I have never seen people standing in line for doughnuts! period! Every once and a great while Maple Doughnuts or Dunkin Doughnuts will have a sale and be busy but nothng like people queueing up in the middle of the night. That’s just nutty.
As another American said, “There’s one born every minute”.
And as my father used to add “And two already there waiting for him!”
The power of advertising/propaganda is highly evident here.
Where sheeple may safely graze.