Today this girl asked me for a donut, and I gave her a donut, so then she asked for cream cheese and I gave it to her, and she came back ten minutes later and said,
"This is not the kind of donut I wanted," and I looked at her, really confused for a minute, and I was going to try to figure out how to help her, but then she closed her eyes and started mumbling, "Donut, donut....beegel. I want bagel."
"Oh," the lightbulb went off. "That's why you wanted cream cheese."
"Yes."
"Where are you from?" I asked, because her accent sounded close to Russian.
"Ukraine. Where are you from?" And I laughed, because I usually never ask people that question out of politeness, and it was like she was calling me on it. But I was thinking of Tanya and wanted to know.

 But she looked so hopeful, and so I just said, "United States, Iowa." And I laughed again, but I wanted to tell her that one of my best friends was from Ukraine, and that made her happy, and she asked what my friend's name was, which I also thought was funny, but relevant. Tanya says "all Russians in Utah know all the other Russians in one way or another." But this girl didn't know Tanya, so she must be new.

And this is the part where I cram more work into the weekend than I do during the week. A cruelty. And I am losing so many hours to Nyquil.