Previously on Adventures in Trivia: We buy ourselves half of a trivia victory. Of course, we were close, and those points may have been ours all along.
So, whether we cheated or not, we were very jazzed after our "victory." (Quick aside: let me take this opportunity to apologize the French for calling them sore losers over the tour de France all these years.) We knew we were at least in second for sure, so we celebrated by getting some Munchkins at the Dunkin Donuts.
We had to go through the drive-through because Dunkin Donuts hours are oxymoronic. Open 24 hours, unless it's after 10.
The celebratory food of choice was 2 dozen Munchkins. The guy passed us the box through the window and said, "I put in about 50."
So, how perfect is that? Undeserved Munchkins after an undeserved win! The MojoMeter was through the roof. Plus, Caroline the Math Maven took home 48 Munchkins because Dunkin Donuts does not understand numbers in any form. We were The Team That Could Not Lose.
The next stop was the Walmart to buy cake and wine for a friend, Meredith. Her greyhound died that day and she couldn't join us. Meredith always eulogizes her friends' greyhounds on Facebook, and we didn't know her greyhound that well. Instead, we wanted to follow the traditional mourning gesture of cake and wine left on the front porch.
We walked in to Walmart at 10:30. Marcia took photos of cheerios and wine and the baby clothes displayed next to the wine. We chose a wine and cake. That really only took about 20 minutes. Then we got in line.
After fifteen minutes of waiting, I said, "There are three of us, three lanes are open, whoever gets to the checker first checks out the cake." I won the race. I touched the belt at my checkout and yelled over to Marcia to get the cake from Caroline.
Marcia came back. "She won't leave her line. She met someone she knows."
Of course. A visit to South County with Caroline is a miles-wide reunion tour. She has worked in every building, has a friend in every subdivision, meets a cousin in every Walmart line.
I checked out a purchase for Marcia and we waited at the end of Caroline's line for the next four people to crawl through. Then, I swear, Caroline got carded, because obviously she has such powers over numbers that she doesn't look her age, and of course she didn't have her license. I thought we'd have to go through the line again. Marcia played big sister and ponyed up her ID and we were out.
It had been an hour buying the cake and wine. Caroline had been carded at middle age, but my Mojo was fading. I did a donut in the parking lot to amp the Mojo back up, only one, very slowly, and that delighted Marcia. I only realized later that a donut in a Mini Cooper is a mini-donut. Or: a Munchkin.
See? It comes full circle! Like a donut!
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