The waiting room table was cluttered with old coffee cups and a box of old donuts. Some were half eaten and you could see them turning green cigarettes put out in the same box. The smell of old coffee and the doughnut ashtray was putrid. I wondered what kind of person would would leave such a mess. Just then a man comes in and smiles and picks up the box and offers me a doughnut. When I decline he becomes insulted that I did not want his free gift. These Doughnuts have given me life why dont you want to live he said I finally loosing patience said they are just old doughnuts and not worth eating. He flew into a fit of rage and threatened I would regret the day I passed by such a wonderful gift he offered, and told me to get my ungrateful ass out of his shop. A metaphor
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 19:08:40 +0000
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