My last training session, necessary for me to become a full fledged employee of the Agency lasted three weeks. My classroom was right next to a Dunking Donuts shop. We are not talking about right across the street, or in the building next door. We are talking about down the hallway, just a few steps away from my classroom.
Yet, I was pretty good about not giving up to temptations. Whenever I looked at those delicious, boiled in fat, covered in sugar, made of bleached flour devout of any sort nutritional value, fat pills, it took a lot of self control for me just to order a sugarless coffee. My voice usually trembled when I placed my order, but I doubt that the clerk had ever noticed that.
It wasn’t until the last week, when I was buying my late afternoon coffee. As I was placing my order, my attention got captivated by the sight of those cute little “minibites” miniature round donuts. I struggled on the inside for a split second, and then I asked: “How much are those?” The clerk answered: “twenty five cents, do you want one?” I said sure. As he went to grab the brown bag to put my lonely little “minibite” in, he asked: “We have this buy one get one free deal, do you want your second minibite?” To be honest, I was wasn’t planning on having two of those, but what the hell, might as well, free is free, right? So I said, “Sure I will have two.” The clerk confirmed my order: “So you want two minibites, and you get two free, right?” Now, I knew for sure that I did not want to eat four of those awful and unhealthy things, but by that time I felt that my mouth started to salivate at a thought of imminent ecstasy of sweetness and empty carbohydrates, so against my will, I said “Sure!”
Now, I have to add that Dunking Donuts was closing at 3pm, and that the time was about 2:50pm. I just realized that as I watched in horror as the clerk just started shoveling the minibites straight into my bag. One shovel, second shovel, third shovel, filling it out to the top. He smiled as he was handing me the bag, like he played a good joke on me.
And the joke was on me. I planned to have a one small little zakuska with my sugarless coffee, but I ended up pigging out on donuts.
Word of the Day
zakuska \zuh-KOOS-kuh, noun:
an hors d’oeuvre.
“Do you have anything for zakuska, Tractvanna?” Oleg took stock of the table: boiled potatoes, bread, canned peas and sardines, a clove of garlic.
— Marina Sonkina, “Tractorina’s Travels,” Lucia’s Eyes and Other Stories
I drink a shot, take a bite of marinated mushrooms in sour cream. Humankind has yet to invent any better zakuska. Even Nanny’s half-sour pickles can’t hold a candle to this.
— Vladimir Sorokin, Day of the Oprichnik
This Russian word for a snack, zakuska, entered the lexicon in the mid 1880s as a derivative of kusát meaning “to bite.”