I felt like getting donuts today. There's a lovely artisanal place halfway across town, but they close at 1600 on Tuesday, and I get off work at 1530. I get distracted, and don't get away until 1540. I take the fastest route I can think of, hit a good number of green lights, get held up briefly by a Lexus driving well under the speed limit

, drive
casual past a couple of police officers

, and make it there with 5 minutes to spare.
The place has a number of elementary-school-aged kids hanging around inside. For a second, I'm concerned that there aren't any donuts left; this place only makes enough for the day, and when they're out, they're out. But, there are eight left! I buy six (two each of the remaining three flavours), leaving behind one of their signature vegan chocolate donuts, and something with grapefruit sugar on it.
As I'm leaving, a couple of the kids approach the counter. Not to buy the remainder, but to
survey the damage. I overhear some disconnected phrases. "..divide it..." "...unless someone else comes..."
I add two and two together. When the shop closes, they must give the remaining donuts away *free*. I just swooped in and deprived those poor kids of their bounty at the last second.
I feel like kinda a jerk, but if I had known...I would have
done exactly the same thing.
And I can live with myself. I
can live with myself.
Because they're really good donuts.