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One Fine Day: April 15th 2004- Part III

A Few Pennies for My Thoughts?

I con 5 dollars out of my babysitter when she gets to work for her shift. Lovely, borrowing from my employee. That has the makings of a wonderful head huncho of a major cooperation.
Whew. Good thing I have no plans of doing that.
I just really think I deserve to have a coffee on the bus today. Besides, to be honest-is it really called borrowing if she will have no use for it while I am gone?
When I finally step out my door, I feel fantastic. We are starting to get many more nicer days than nasty ones.
I almost wish I had not put on any perfume. The birds are loud and surely flirting. The trees still look sad and are mostly bare, but with no leaves; the sky is opened-up more and gets a much deserved chance to show off the colour he looks best in. Today, everyone will be smiling.
I think to myself, 'Spring should be an emotion. It would be one of the purest.'
I get to the coffee shop and stand in line rummaging in my book bag for the free muffin I have won from the store's spring contest.
One extra-large two cream, four sugar and a banana nut muffin. This would be my last meal request if I was a death-row inmate.
The line-up is long, but I make it to my bus stop with five minutes to spare. I am happy to sit with my own thoughts.
I see the bus approaching and I reach for my bus pass inside my bag. It is not usually where it is. I only sigh, because it is not usually where it usually is, anyway. I start sorting through the bag with fruitless results.
The bus doors swing open, I stomp my foot. I am annoyed. I am also thankful for my employee. I approach the doors. I drop my coffee. The whole thing.
I stand there, motionless, mouth agape at the growing puddle of beige spreading through out the crab grass and dirt. I look up into the bus drivers eyes.
"Did you see that?" I speak, helplessly.
He nods. He understands the personal tragedy.
I fish in my jeans and pay to get on the bus.
I sit in my seat, counting out the remaining change only to realize I am 7 cents short for another coffee.
I root in my book bag for my pen and journal.
The first thing I pull out is my bus pass.
"Shit."

( To Be Continued )

Comments

spring would be a great emotion if it weren't for the allergies...
Well i am sorry to read that the day didn't go so well, but as always your words have painted a picture as clear as the sky is blue. Thank you for blogging, it always makes my day.
Queenie said…
Ahhh...Bard...disapponting...you have not read everything yet..do not make hasty conclusions.
My dear Queenie, i did not aim to disappoint, but the perspective i got from that it would have been plenty to ruin my day. Not finding my bus pass, then my coffee dropping, that would be the end all of ends, as another person, who is not too keen on mornings, i cannot start my day without coffee, dropping it that would just suck, not having enough to buy a new one, yup i would be a little on the grumpy side.
But then i take another look and realize who is writting, it is you, the teller of tales, the only person that can see the best out of the worst scenerio, i realize that i did make a quick conclusion.
~Autumn said…
Oh, I can't stop laughing. I'm sorry Q.

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