A brief Col. Sanders story:

When my dad owned a Spudnut Shop in the early 60s, Col. Sanders walked in, wearing the white suit (I’m assuming they’d just opened a branch in my hometown.) My father recognized the Colonel, even though he wasn’t nearly so famous as he would eventually become. Colonel Sanders asked for a glazed nut donut, which my dad provided. He then proceeded to pick off all the nuts, and then pick off the glaze. My dad said, "Colonel, we also have plain donuts if you’d prefer one." To which Colonel snapped back, "It’s my G-D donut, I’ll do with it whatever the hell I want!" One of the handlers with the Colonel gave me dad a look along the lines of, "Believe me, I know. Just leave him alone."