Monday Morning
She
walked in wearing one flip flop and carrying the other. She ordered a jalapeño
bagel and sat down, cross-legged on the wooden chair as if summoning the Gods.
The woman behind the pastry counter scowled and pointed to the sign taped with
masking tape to the window: Socks and shoes required for service. It hung next
to a cardboard Help Wanted sign. It was official. The woman would hold her
bagel hostage. After all, it was Monday morning.
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