Bleary eyed and exhausted, Mystery Veil stumbled towards Donut Joe's, same as she did every (extremely early) morning. By habit, she grabbed the door's handle in her teeth, and pulled. The door remained stubbornly closed. She pulled harder. Still closed, the door smirked at her. (Or perhaps her sleepy brain was seeing things with the upturned, u-shaped, door handles.) She planted a hoof on the wall beside the door, bit down hard, and pulled, desperately, powerfully. Still the monstrous, mocking, mischievous, miserable door remained closed! Sagging in defeat, she slumped onto the ground, and let out a melodramatic, anger filled screech. The construction ponies tried to be discrete, but quite a few were laughing. One kindly, rugged looking stallion pointed towards the sign on the door, then in the direction of Donut Joe's temporary donut stand. With as much dignity as she could muster, Mystery Veil cantered towards the stand, tail held sheepishly between her legs. She walked up to the stand, dropping a few bits onto the hastily constructed stall. Voice clipped, but still trying to be polite, she spoke, "One donut. One.. pot of coffee. Please." She tried to smile, but failed, staring wistfully at the coffee on the other side of the stall.