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Joel's a Perfect Son, I Promise

January 14, 2019
By margaretdues BRONZE, Harleysville, Pennsylvania
margaretdues BRONZE, Harleysville, Pennsylvania
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I hopped into my shiny black Volkswagen alone, my best friend Gianna wasn’t here today. I turned on a playlist containing a mix of Mac Miller and Queen. I’ll say I belong in two different decades. I drove along the bridge past the supermarket, my stomach growling as I glanced. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, so I decided to stop at the cafe for a bagel and some coffee. I parked my car far from the supermarket and walked out into the warmth of the April weather. I strolled to the cafe section of the grocery store and politely waited for the lady in front of me to finish up. I looked over to the produce section and glanced at the deli. I looked for a quick second at the lady behind the counter slicing ham, or maybe turkey. Looked up at the specials sign, until the lady grabbed her muffin and iced tea and scurried out of line. I stepped up with a five dollar bill in my hand and looked at the barista with my order in mind. He gave a small, witty-like smirk and asked me:

“Hey there, what can I get for ya?”

“Hi, I’ll have a coffee, cream and sugar, and a bagel to go please,” I responded.

“Coming right up young man, that’ll be $4.25.” I gave him the bill, warm from sitting in my brown leather wallet I got for my 13th birthday. The barista turned his back to me to grab a poppy seed bagel and begin making my coffee. His hair was neatly trimmed with a mix of light and dark grey. He looked like he was old, yet young for his age. He grabbed a forest green 16oz coffee cup and began pouring my order. He looked at me with a smile, but his smile quickly curled down. I thought he was frowning at me, but I realized he was looking past me not at me. He rolled his eyes and continued making my coffee. I looked behind me to see what he was frowning at, and I saw two women (who were clearly an item) walking with a cart doing some grocery shopping. This guy seemed so open and caring. Sometimes the most innocent people can be the most judgemental. His mood severely changed as I was handed my order.

“Have a good day,” he said in a very monotone voice.

“Thank you,” I replied as I quickly walked out of the store and back to my car. I sat behind the wheel with my doors locked and just stared at my radio. I picked up my coffee and took a sip. I winced a little, not because it was too hot. He forgot my sugar.

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This is a piece from my favorite story I've written.

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