Worst Blog Ever

I flew to Christchurch today to assist one of our staff members there with some computer issues that she has been having. While wandering around the Wellington airport, I saw there was a new doughnut shop there. Doughnuts are not a very common thing here for some reason. You can't swing a dead cat around here without hitting a dessert slice, a Lambington or a Pavolva (their national dessert), but doughnuts are virtually no where to be found.

So, I see this place, and I think: Hey, it's morning, I could go for a coffee and a doughnut!

I get to the counter and the cheapest doughnut they have, which is one the call hokey pokey, which is probably as close to a honey glazed as you're going to get here, is three bucks!  Three bucks for a doughnut? Are you kidding me? Needless to say, I didn't buy one.

From what I remember, they had a Tim Horton's in Afghanistan while the Canadian soldiers were there, so may I suggest that they open up a few branches here. They wouldn't make a cent on their super-caffeinated, brown sugar water they call coffee, but they could freaking clean up on doughnut sales!

In the end it, it was probably good that I didn't have the doughnut as today was an off day for running. So in lieu of my normal running stats, here is a comparative ratio for the price of doughnuts and my likelihood of buying one.