It's Not My Fault

So I'm walking down the street, looking for a little snack. Nothing big, mind you. Just a little snack. And I was stopped at a light in the light drizzling rain and looked up and looming afore me was the enormity of The Doughnut Plant.
It was a complete mistake. Sure, I knew around about where The Doughnut Plant dealt and traded in its wicked craft. But I wasn't expecting it so suddenly, so stealthily, to rise up from the gloom and beckon me with its siren song.
So I figure I'll be good. I'll just order one jelly doughnut. Right? How can that go wrong. I have a will like IRON. I will not be swayed by temptation to over-indulge.

I go in. I order my one jelly doughnut. The guy behind the counter says "You want a peanut butter and jelly doughnut too?"
"No thanks." I try to stay cool and collected while eying the cinnamon buns.
Then the guy who came in behind me starts saying to me "Ooh, the peanut butter and jelly ones are good."
In my head I'm screaming "Yes, yes! Give me one! Will you take a credit card?! Give me dozens of them!"

I blame Sky for putting this picture on her blog.

But instead I say "No thanks."

Yes! I've won! I can overcome temptation. Oh joyous day! I'm gonna walk out of there with only one doughnut and...
Then the guy behind the counter says "Here, I'll give you a carrot-cake doughnut 'just to try'." And he throws the extra doughnut in the bag for me.

Err...

Yes, the carrot-cake ones are good too.
I blame Sky's blog. (Do not click on that link if you don't want to become hungry.