Boycott

My boycott has worked!!

The local bakery that greatly altered the consistency of a time-honored tradition for quality and savoriness of a certain delectable delight by drastically reducing the slathering and generosity of frosting once dripping from their maple bars .... seemingly as a response tactic to these recent covid-inflationary times, has brought it back to what it used to be. 

At least for one day. 

It appears that they noticed my absence. Or heard the voices of myself and likely many others. (I prefer to think that my boycott was a huge factor.) Those maple bars used to be staples and first choices in countless boxes of a dozen donuts provided by coworkers (and ass-kissers) to workplaces around this 503 area code.

And for at least this one day, I could remember accurately, a better time.