Speaking of movies. Remember the 1999 movie "Primary Colors" with John Travolta? It was somewhat loosely based on the first Bill Clinton campaign. There is a scene at the end of the movie where Travolta is sitting all alone, late at night, in a deserted Krispe Kreme donut shop. The image is very much like the famous painting by Edward Hopper called "Nighthawks". Its a very sad scene.
I had a couple of hours to kill this afternoon in downtown Seattle and so I thought I'd swing by a Krispe Kreme south of downtown along the railroad tracks and have a donut and watch trains. I pulled in but the "Hot Doughnuts Now!" sign wasn't on. I walked and the place was cold and empty, the huge doughnut making machine was off and there was only one clerk and a cleaning person there, and no customers other than me.
I got a couple of doughnuts and some milk and sat down in a booth and looked out at the gray landscape and towards the railway. What a change from 10 years ago when Krispe Kreme was the hottest thing and you waited in line and never could get a seat. When the first one came to Seattle I remember Tony got up at 3am to drive 20 miles to stand in line with a thousand others to get a box on opening day.
Now this place is as silent as a tomb. Is there anything sadder than a doughnut machine not making doughnuts?
So here I sit, much like John Travolta in the movie. Contemplating. Waiting. Eating. How sad.
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