This is so, so, so slow. Needlessly. The donuts are already made. What Doughnut Plant has innovated is a doofus that operates at one-third the efficiency of an ordinary donut shop worker. There are three such doofuses, and in tandem their inabilities multiply: the guy who labels the donuts does so incorrectly, mucking-up the donut-packer’s slow, methodless packing, which itself is delayed by the register girl’s jittery approach to the ten-key. And that is how is takes thirty minutes to fill seven donut orders.