Jelly

By amandamonaco

My dear father, Domenic Monaco (1948-2006) once gave my sister some dating advice by telling her a little story. He said:

“Look, you know what you want but sometimes you get a little confused. It’s like when I go to Dunkin’ Donuts. I know I want the jelly, but then I get there, and I see the cruller…and I see the Boston Creme…so I go up to the counter…and I order the cruller. And I eat the cruller, and something’s just not right. So then I go back up to the counter…and I order the Boston Creme. And something’s still not right. And then it hits me: all I really wanted was the jelly.”

jendommandySister, Dad, and Me

2 Responses to “Jelly”

  1. MK Says:

    I love this!

  2. amandamonaco Says:

    Thanks! My dad was always one for stories…and doughnuts, for that matter. :)

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