Finding God at Dunkin Donuts

Finding God is one thing, finding him sitting at a table in Dunkin Donut's is something quite remarkable. Who would have thought that Dunkin Donuts could draw such a crowd. But there he was, chomping away on a Boston Creme, the sweetest of the sweetest, even by Dunkin Donut's standards. I sat down at the table right beside him. He has this deperate look, you know, like a guy who really needs a cigarette. So I say, "God, is that you, or are the donuts getting to me." He keeps right on chomping, ignoring me, kind of like he always has. I have always expected a lot from him, and received very little in return. Now I want some answers, and here he is. Ignoring me, chomping away on his donut.