Okay, I'll try it, but I'm not calling it a dolly. When we were in Hawaii, I was a Red Cross volunteer for the Med-Evac flights. There were patients traveling between the Pacific Rim and the Mainland with a stop for refueling at Hickam AFB. They were not allowed to leave the hanger. Tired and either sick or recovering, they were stressed from a the long flight and we gave them homemade cookies and drinks. At a party one night, my DH mentioned that I was a "doughnut dolly!" He has been paying for that ever since!
