On his days off, David Emami was quite adventurous. Today, David was determined to try Voodoo Donuts, a Portland donut shop that attracts visitors from all over the country. They specialize in outrageous, and sometimes wildly inappropriate donuts. David was rather old-fashioned, but wanted to see what all the hype was.
David put on his black rain boots though it was unseasonably warm and sunny. He had a car, but he was deathly afraid of Downtown Portland traffic. He had on multiple occasions gone the wrong way on several of their many one-way streets and nearly killed himself in the process. Since those events, he had sworn off driving in Downtown and opted instead to take the bus.
On the bus, David was pleasantly surprised to see that it was empty. He chose a seat in the middle and the ride continued. At the next stop, a rather robust man sat next to him, though he could have had any seat on the bus. He spilled into David’s personal space and his sweaty arm rubbed up against David’s. David, being rather scrawny, didn’t want to move, thinking the man might wring his neck for offending him. However, he also didn’t want to stay, because he was very uncomfortable.
This discomfort lasted the entire 25 minute ride, but soon, it was time to get off the bus. David hopped out as soon as he could, and nearly fainted when he realized the man’s sweat had stained the arm of David’s t-shirt. This upset David greatly because he was a clean freak, and it was also his Sonny and Cher shirt he had purchased when they toured Portland back in the 70s. With a tinge of anger in his heart, he went inside Voodoo donuts, thinking that perhaps a donut might make him forget the atrocity.
David glanced at the menu and chuckled at some of the novelty items offered. Being a man of pattern, David opted to get a plain glazed donut, despite the hundreds of other options.
“You sure you just want a boring, plain donut?” asked the cashier.
“There’s nothing boring about being predictable,” replied David.
David enjoyed his donut and went on his way.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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