Donuts...really?

I went to the grocery store yesterday, which was a Sunday.  I know, everyone and their mom (or both of them) are out, no one really wants to be there, and chances are everyone is now hungry and that makes carriage rage that much more dangerous.  So, I'm in line waiting to check out and there is a lovely couple in front of me.  By couple I mean two people.  The two women were probably mother and daughter, the daughter I would put in her 60's so the mom was probably close to 80.  Really cute.  They had the same hair from two different decades, but alas, it was the same; a nice blond puff, just set by the hairdresser it looks like, very sweet and reminded me of ladies from church.  You get the idea.  Now clearly mom is older and needs some help.  I look at their carriage because I can't bear myself to look at the crap magazines, chocolate is not an option and now there are TVs in the check out?  When did that happen??  I don't need world events and cooking lessons while I'm waiting to buy food.  Really.  Just stop it.  Anyways, this woman had a bag of jelly donuts from the bakery (I wanted to follow her home just for that) but then she had a package of the store bought ones, you know, the white long box with the small powdery  ones that no one admits they love but you could eat the whole thing.  Further through the discovery there were also giant containers of Cool Whip (don't worry, Cool Whip has it coming) and lots of other sugary sweets in large quantities.  But I say all this because there is something cute and nostalgic about old people and donuts.  They congregate at every local Dunkin Donuts in every city and they will sit there with their small black coffee and French Cruller.  Makes me wonder where I'll be at 80 sitting with my friends and reminiscing.  My luck, I'll be at a local bar and yelling because I've been up since 7am and I want a drink now.  And pretty sure I'll be demanding Mac&Cheese because really, it's the best food on the planet.  This is the stuff I think about, because all the rest gets really overwhelming.  Next time you have a donut, remember the blond puff, it might be you one day...