After a particularly rigorous track workout at Germany Park, I moseyed to Mustang Donuts to nullify the calories I had just burned. Since it had been awhile since I’d bought doughnuts there, I didn’t realize that they don’t take credit cards (all I had on me was my license and my debit card). The lady behind the counter insisted that I place my order anyway and said I could come back and pay later. Through a dropped jaw, I asked for five cake (three plain, one lemon iced, one blueberry), half a dozen doughnut holes (one of every flavor, including iced with sprinkles!), and coffee. She apologized to me for the inconvenience and said I didn’t even need to return today if I didn’t have time. I did, though, and I will. Not only was the service exceptional, but the doughnuts were really delicious—creamy frosting in just the right amount, and generous helpings of sprinkles. They were standout, for sure. And she spotted me two extra doughnut holes, so bonus points for that.