I called Mr. W after work yesterday (he’s been at home on doctor’s orders since his heart attack). This was the conversation.

Me: Hey. The jurors left a bunch of donuts behind. Want me to bring them home?
Mr. W: What kind of donuts?
(Strike one.)
Me: All kinds. There’s an apple fritter in there. And a bunch of assorted stuff.
Mr. W: Well, at long as they’re not Krispy Kremes.
(Strike two.)
Me: So you want me to bring the box home?
Mr. W: Okay.
(Strike three. And I even gave him a moment to correct himself. He did not.)
Me: You can’t eat DONUTS!! You just had a HEART ATTACK!@#$
Mr. W: But I’m on Lipitor now, and the doctor said I don’t have to eat as strict as I did before.
Me: But you’re not working out, so even if your arteries are better, do you want to get FAT?!
Mr. W: Oh. Okay, then no.
Me: You can’t say no NOW, I already know what your REAL answer is!!!

And that’s failing the Donut Test.