He hasn't a clue what he'd do with the time. Most men, you see, had Saturdays and Sundays off, so they golfed, or they hiked, or they fished, or whatever. I always worked on Saturdays and Sundays, so I don't have something to fall back on. Besides, weekends at the store are too much fun. On Sundays, I meet the grandchildren of the grandfathers who still come in for doughnuts.
People drive long distances just to get their doughnuts.
All I do on Sunday is talk. Today, Stan's life is filled with nachas, Yiddish for joy. He has his three children, all accomplished and successful, and his wonderful grandchildren. He has the house the doughnuts built. When he looks at his life, he sees the doughnut, not the hole.