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Menthol : 04.27.03 @ 4:19 pm She could almost feel the cigarette smoke eating away at the enamel of her teeth and the wet healthy pinkness of her lungs. She reminded herself briefly that she didn't smoke and wasn't a smoker, and could stop if she just wanted to. She was tired. Her knees and heels protested their treatment, her brain was on automatic pilot and had been all morning.
Tall latte.
One shot of espresso. Brew the decaf, clean the counter, restock the cups. _____ 's sharp voice in the background, no, not that way, that's completely wrong [you idiot]. For the second time, do it this way [How long have you worked here? Are you slow? Are you stupid? Are you deaf?].
Frappe mix to the first green line.
You have to put the blenders in the sink (... mumble mumble...)! [Can't do anything right/I have to do everything myself!]
She scowled at the thoughts of work that invaded her tired and fuzzy brain and put out the last of her cigarette in the wet mud. She pushed herself up, her knees groaning in protest.
She skimmed through the newspaper and was reminded of the night before, another argument with her esteemed father. Thanks, Dad, I love you too.
Double A batteries.
One of the regular lesbian couples sit with their son outside of Starbucks.
Hey, Amy, how are you?
Funny how automatic reactions always precede truths, she thinks. Hello, sir, how can I help you? |