Malasadas

Today, I had a box of malasadas in my office to share with my teachers. One by one they came, one by one, I offered my gift. These are the responses to my kindness...

1. DANG! I love me some malasadas. (very nice)
2. I don't know. (stares at the box) Fine, I guess I'll have one. (really? I have to convince you to take my treat?)
3. NO! Ahh! Malasadas are the devil! (a simple, no thank you, I eat tree bark. Would have sufficed.)
4. Sure! Let me grab some for my roommates. (better than me having to convince you, I guess.)
5. Ew. I don't eat fried stuff. (again, no thank you works.)

Next time, I'll just give them to the children, and you can deal with hyper kids all day...



photo courtesy of Kyle Miyasato