I think much of the charm of Krispy Kreme is the childhood memories. Jim, for example was thrilled when they brought the chain to L.A. I swapped laundry duty with him to sit on line at the KK drive through, which that first weekend was an hour long. I got to read a book and relax while he did laundry, but he got his childhood memory brought to life. Fair trade.

The KK where this took place has been replaced by a Mexican chicken joint, which may indicate that there was not so much of a market here as previously thought. Shrug.