But what kind of understanding? The kind that answers all the questions I ask throughout the day, no matter how odd they are. Like when I ask why I donít get any mail, I want to hear everybodyís excuses for not writing me, as well as a donut. When someone bumps into me and doesnít even turn around, let alone apologize, and I ask myself "What the hell is wrong with him?" I want to hear that he has a serious mental disorder, or that he is bitter because women just canít stand him in general, and I want some of those little chocolate donuts. And when I wonder why the ice-maker wonít make ice, when I wonder what is so important that this machine has to stop doing the only thing it is designed to do, I want to hear that a bunch of mongoloids were playing with it and tried to get it to make coffee. And a jelly donut. Or a cake donut.

That is what I mean by understanding, and by donuts, I mean any member of the donut family, which can include cake, cookies, muffins, and pie.