Shhhhh …. Don’t Tell Anyone, But It’s …


Monday-fundayGood Monday Morning Friends!  Why do people hate Mondays?  Oh yes … I remember now … after a couple of days off, relaxing or doing fun things, time with friends and family, some (most) have to return to the world of ties and high heels, the world of corporate games-playing, the world of drudgery.  Having been retired for a number of years, I guess I rather forgot!  But … do you know the best thing about Monday?  Well … it’s ummm … let’s see … I … er … I will let you know later …

Meanwhile, let us pull up a chair, enjoy a cup of java (or whatever  J  )  and have a few smiles to start the week off right, shall we?

Happy Belated National Donut Day …

Monday-donutIn case you missed it, last Friday, 02 June, was National Donut Day.  I was not aware of it until my daughter came home from work Friday night and said they had free donuts at work in celebration of the event.  Just as well I didn’t know, else I might have felt it my patriotic duty to eat a donut … and that is a no-no for Filosofa!  However, in Denver, Colorado, it was celebrated in style by Lamar’s Donuts who delivered donuts throughout the city.   Nothing special about that, you say?  Well, it was the method of delivery that caught the eye of many, as they were delivered by drones!  Yes, even the mayor’s office received a special flying delivery!

Denver Mayor Michael B. Hancock shared live video of the drone delivering doughnuts from Denver-based chain Lamar’s Donuts to the Denver City and County Building  .  It looked to me that those donuts were taking some abuse from the wind, and I could not help but wonder about their condition upon arrival. In the video, the mayor does open the box of donuts, but I couldn’t tell their condition.

The doughnut shop teamed with Texas-based company Drone Dispatch and the Denver Salvation Army to fly boxes of donuts to various locations throughout the city, including the police and fire departments, and a local mall. The Salvation Army has a claim to National Doughnut Day, saying the holiday began in 1938 at its Chicago branch. Who knew?  All I know is that the ½ avocado I ate for breakfast has left me craving … a donut.  Oh well, I think there’s some yogurt in the fridge.


It wasn’t me … mpfh … honest!

For the love of pizza …

Ivy League universities like Harvard and Yale have strict admissions requirements and not just any Joe Blow can be accepted.  But there is a secret “back channel”, one might say, and it has to do with … wait for it … pizza!  (Have you noticed that pizza has been in the news a lot lately?)

18-year-old Carolina Williams from Brentwood, Tennessee, was sending out college applications, and as we all know, one of the most critical parts of those applications is the essay.  Williams thought long and hard, and this was the result:

“The sound of my doorbell starts off high, then the pitch mellows out, and the whole effect mimics an instrumental interpretation of rain finally finding a steady pace at which to fall. I have spent several minutes analyzing its tone because I have had many opportunities to do so, as one thing I love to do is order pizza and have it delivered to my house. When the delivery person rings my doorbell, I instantly morph into one of Pavlov’s dogs, salivating to the sound that signals the arrival of the cheesy, circular glory. It smells like celebration, as I love to rejoice a happy occasion by calling Papa John’s for my favorite food. It tastes like comfort, since having pizza delivered to my quiet home is a way for me to unwind. It looks like self-sufficiency, because when I was young, ordering pizza made me feel grown-up, and it still provides that satisfaction for my child at heart. Accepting those warm cardboard boxes is second nature to me, but I will always love ordering pizza because of the way eight slices of something so ordinary are able to evoke feelings of independence, consolation, and joy.”

She received this response:

“I am so glad that I had the opportunity to read your application. As someone who kept trying to read books for fun on tops of thousands of applications this winter, I really loved your essay on reading 100 books in a year and I laughed so hard on your pizza essay. I kept thinking that you are the kind of person that I would love to be best friends with. I want you to know that every part of your application stood out in our process and we are thrilled to be able to offer you a spot at Yale …”

Remember the old adage, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”?  May be some truth in that.  Caroline, by the way, rejected Yale and chose Auburn University in Alabama instead.  I shall hold my tongue and refrain from the snarky remark I really, really want to make here.

The battle between 7/11 and 6/12 …

Monday-7-11Sunday night and you discover you have no coffee for tomorrow morning … what do you do?  Oops, just used the last roll of toilet tissue … what to do?  Friends coming for my famous quiche tomorrow morning and I forgot to buy eggs … what to do?  The answer, of course, is you run to the nearest 7/11 store, right?  Interesting bit of trivia here … 7/11 started out in 1927 as Tote’m Stores, because customers ‘toted’ their purchases.  In 1946 the name was changed to 7/11 because they were open from 7:00 a.m. until 11:00 p.m. 7 days a week … a rarity back in those days when most stores closed in mid-evening and were rarely opened on Sunday.  Today, of course, 7/11 is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and most grocery and other stores are open 7 days a week.  Times have changed.

Anyway, on to the story.  Abu Musa ran a 7/11 franchise on East Broadway in South Boston.  The terms of his franchise required that he offer hot food such as taquitos and hot dogs, which customers rarely bought. “They’d sit there on the rollers, no one would buy them, and every day I would throw out $200 to $300 worth of food that I had to pay for,” Musa told the Boston Globe. And then, to add insult to injury, the regional headquarters office requested Mr. Musa to begin offering chicken wings and pizza at his store, in addition to hiring an employee to work the hot food counter at all times.

Poor Mr. Musa … there would be no profit left if he complied with the latest request!  The company tried to revoke his franchise, and they settled out of court, parting ways without an amicable handshake at the end.  “What next?” Mr. Musa asked himself.  What did he know how to do best?  Run a convenience store.  So … he opened his own, right across the street from the 7/11 he once operated, and he called it … wait for it … 6/12!  Apparently there was no ‘non-compete’ clause in the court settlement.  Musa says he can undercut 7/11 because he knows the price of everything they sell.

Monday-6-12“My goal is to get them to close. I know the price of everything in that store so I sell the same things cheaper.”

Thus far he has lured about half of his former 7/11 customers, not only by undercutting in price, but just because they like him …

“I come here because of him,” customer Dave Duffley said. “He greets everyone with a smile, and this feels like an American success story. Corporate pushed him out, so he went right across the street and opened his own shop. What’s not to love?”

Operation Extra Olives


Another pizza story in the news.  And would you like some cocaine on that pizza, ma’am?  Apparently if you live in King County, Washington, that is an option.  Rather, it was an option until last week when authorities took umbrage and arrested five people, including two Papa John’s workers who had been selling cocaine and delivering it along with the pizzas!

Undercover detectives posing as hungry customers were able to establish a relationship with the drug dealers and after six months, provided enough evidence for the arrests.  Some people just aren’t real bright, are they?

Well, folks, sorry to say but that wraps up our Monday morning fun-time.  I really enjoy the time I spend with you all on Monday mornings!  Thanks so much for joining me for ‘coffee’ at the start of each week … it brightens my day, and I hope it starts your week out with a smile.  And speaking of smiles, remember to share yours with somebody who doesn’t have one today, okay?  Keep safe and have an awesome week!


42 thoughts on “Shhhhh …. Don’t Tell Anyone, But It’s …

  1. Jill, happy Monday to you, as well. Love the first pizza story, less the second. It reminds me of the DJ telling the story of her largest tip as a pizza delivery person. She said it was $2, as the kids were so excited when the pizza arrived. The mother said we save up for pizza once a month as we are having a hard time. But, before the delivery person left, the mother made her take the $2 tip as she worked hard as well. Keith

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