I used to like purchasing donuts for an early morning Sunday treat.  Today, when I came in at about 8 am, the shelves were still almost empty and the choices minimal.  I waited and waited for service, watching the personnel working on something else.  Another customer was already waiting, as well.  I asked, \"Can we get some service here?\"  A woman finally came over and I was told that all the donuts were not ready yet.  I asked for Lance and was told he went to the Surprise location.  When I asked who the new manager was, she told me she was the new manager.  The baker was wearing a filthy, dirty apron and needed a haircut (hair uncovered).  I bought a half-dozen donuts.  They were all chocolate with an overabundance of frosting.  I thought bakers were supposed to get up during the wee hours of the morning, have the donuts ready and a cheerful person available to sell them.  This ruined the stereotype, I guess.