The Glazed Donut

It all started when I was 16 years old and working the midnight shift at a restaurant on the Ohio turnpike.

There was usually three of us on duty and this particular night was no exception other than the business was extremely slow.

My position was what they called the porter or janitor, dishwasher, toilet scrubber, garbage can emptier you get the idea.

It was probably one in the morning when I was sitting down in what we called the overflow dining room which was always closed unless we were very busy.

I was sipping on a cola when donna came in, she was thirty five years old five feet and a little change tall, petite around 105 lbs sopping wet. We were friends but this would all change that night.

She came in and pulled a chair out from underneath the