When I was a kid, there was a ghetto doughnut shop down the street from me called Paul's Doughnuts. Fuckin' stellar name, Paul. Paul's Doughnuts was a dive that smelled like sugar and tobacco, and the people inside it were probably already dead and condemned to stay there for all time along with the decrepit old bear claws and jelly doughnuts that were filled with liquid ennui.
It was no surprise that eventually Paul's Doughnuts failed. It was soon replaced by a place called Space Doughnuts. The sign had cartoon planets on it, and Saturn was ringed by a doughnut. Do you get it? Like a doughnut but in space, get it? Fuck.
Why is this a stock photo that exists? What is this nightmare?
Space Doughnuts was mercifully killed in about six months. Guess what moved in next. I'll give you a hint: It was a failure of a doughnut shop.
The fact that there was a major chain doughnut shop literally two blocks away did nothing to shatter the ill-formed dreams of at least three different deluded business owners who saw a total lack of demand for a service and said "Me do dis ting!" It was a shitshow that lasted several years before someone finally turned the building into a porno shop, which lasted a solid seven years or more. The reason was that this was an OK location for a porn store and a terrible location for a doughnut shop.