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Donuts are here (start of the donut controversy)

Dear members and constituents,
An oddity has occurred… Donuts were here at 7:20 when I arrived. No, I did not intentionally wait 20 minutes to send out this notice so I could cherry-pick.

My records show John Guillaume is to thank for today's batch. Please come by and enjoy.
On a housekeeping note, next Friday marks the finale of the current donut cycle. Unless folks feel strongly one way or another, I was thinking I would repeat the order in which donuts were brought in this time around, which means that after Viana brings in donuts next Friday, I would start off the rotation the following week, then Matt W. and so forth. If I don't get better ideas, I will be sending out meeting requests for your donut turns next week.

Happy Friday!

[JP Gonzalez added]
Members and constituents.The following issue has been brought to my attention and, unless addressed may be the downfall of the donut club. I thought you should collectively know. I have received similar verbal comments from several members of the club. I don't want to pick on this week's delivery, as this has been happening several weeks now. I have included voting buttons to make a determination as to how to proceed. Please select the voting button that more closely represents your views.Thanks,-JP

[Anonymous note]
JP,
Unless people are willing to institute some quality standards in the donuts for the next go around (i.e. Krispy Kreme, Lamar’s,Winchell’s) I have to regretfully drop out of the group. Not sure how this idea might play to the group as a whole but in talking with some folks I think I can speak for at least a few of us.
By the way, thanks for running this. I think you’re doing a great job.
XXXXX

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