Stopped for these doughnuts. They are like a traditional doughnut, with a hole in the center. Then they fill that hole with custard and then creme brulee the custard. It creates this nice caramelized top to an outrageous doughnut.
The guy said we should wait for a fresh one. We agreed. As I stood there, I made some silly joke. Oddly, Annie didn’t laugh at all. I thought to myself, well it wasn’t a knee-slapper, but I was sure it would at least get a comment or giggle.
I turned to my right, where Annie was standing just behind me. To my surprise, a little old Japanese lady was there. I looked her square in the face and said: “You’re not my wife”. She looked at me very puzzled. I glanced over her shoulder, and there was Annie. Milling around, 10 or 15 feet away.
I pointed behind the Japanese woman, as Annie began to walk our way. She turned and saw the reference. She burst into laughter and turned back to me. She pointed at herself, and then Annie. She laughed hysterically and made several comments in Japanese.
Annie walked up. She pointed at her face, and then at Annie’s. She continued to laugh with great pleasure, as she once again – I assume – explained to Annie that I had mistaken her for Annie. Naturally, Annie was rather confused at the time.
The Japanese woman grabbed her doughnut and walked away, shaking her head and laughing quite hardily. We are both certain she tells this story regularly. Laughing at the man who thought she was his wife.
