This is what I woke up to

I woke up, donned my bath robe and slippers, ignored the fact it is 2 in the afternoon (i'm comfortable, damnit!) and walked into the kitchen of the fraternity house searching for breakfast. I mean brunch. I mean lunch. . . I mean breakfast.

To my pleasant surprise, I find the following waiting for me.

DONUTS

I did what any sane human would do upon such a sight, and promptly ate one. Then another. Then 2 more. (Hey, it's not like there aren't enough).

Then, only after eating the fourth delicious glazed dough-ring did I question the source of these donuts. I asked my roommate, who had walked in and started eating one himself.

"Oh, I got them from the church. Apparently the Christians hate donuts, or something".

This made me curious. It's no secret I have never been a fan of the church, and for them to bestow a plethora of donuts to a fraternity that is housed across the street ... something seemed irrational about it all. I had my suspicions.

So I checked the expiration date: November 5th, 2012.

Ah. Tomorrow. The Donuts expire tomorrow. They are "best by" tomorrow. The church can't serve them! And where else to get rid of some soon-to-be-rancid donuts? A frat house! Perfect!

Edit: It is coming to my attention that my roommate had grabbed the terminal donuts which were going to be thrown away, figuring that most of us would not mind or even look at the impending expiration date. The brother is completely correct in his reasoning.

There really isn't a good conclusion to this story. So I'm just going to go eat another doughnut/donut/however you spell the damn word.