Red River Avenue

Chapter 5

I wake up from my 4 hour nap, its 6pm and I open my phone to see a text from the restaurant about the job for me to be a cook. It's giving me flashbacks of when I used to work at Panera bread. I made almost every thing they had there that was needed to be prepped and cooked. Oh how I mis using the rolling pin for dough. I miss that sweet and tangy taste of the spoon from the boiling soup. I tasted the cheddar cheese and chicken broth that was boiling in the pot. I enjoy cooking, I'm that person who makes an event and cooks everything. From casseroles, to baking cakes for the kids. I enjoy cooking, its like an escape from my terrible life. I used to cook for my grandma before she got sick, she was the one who taught me everything I need to know. Once she got sick I stopped cooking for a long time, I was just sad and heartbroken how the world took such an angel. My grandma Mindy was my inspiration for cooking. After I stopped being so depressed and mourning her life, I began cooking everything. Especially meat loaf, that was her favorite dish, every time I make it, I start to think about the memories of when we first started making it. After that I decided to work at Panera bread and ever since then I've been happy. The moving part ruined me, I have to find a new happy place, ill miss my sweet coworkers but I wont mis that fucked up boss, she was a pathetic bitch.

I read the text from the owner of the restaurant.

Daniel markings: hi Mary, we've reviewed you're application and we would like to start an in person interview Thursday at 3pm, are you available this time?

Mary: yes, I will be able to make it to the interview.

The feeling of happiness that just hit me was like the first time I made a huge dinner for thanksgiving. I know cooking is normal, and I know being obsessed with cooking is not. But if you've went through pain that I've went through you'd understand that cooking and mitski are my lifeline. Ive got to tell my mom about this, but ill do that once I know for sure I have the job.

I go to the kitchen and look for ingredients to make a tarte tain. We have absolutely nothing in here for that, I sadly need to go to the store Tom buy the ingredients. I just want to see if Sarah is impressed by my cooking. So I grab my keys and head out to my car, I unlock my door and sit in my seat, I take a deep breath. Why am I nervous to go to the fucking grocery store, before I moved I was always afraid of leaving my house aver since the man in red started stalking me. I felt like he was everywhere I was. The store was scary for me because, anyone would be there, and id never know if id see him. It was always traumatizing to go to any public place.

I pull into the grocery store parking lot, I park my car. I get out of my car and walk towards the entrance. This is hell for me, I feel like it's the purge and I have to grab the things I need before its time to start killing people. I grab my headphones and put them in my ear, I pull up my soft playlist and "brand new city by mitski" starts to play, this song is very me. It's just very deep, I love her voice in general, shes an icon, not a lot of people listen to her, I don't understand why. We should eat, sleep, breath mitski.

I walk to the  fruit section and grab 8 apples which is the main ingredient to the tarte tain. I grab the first apple on the top. Do people not know to fucking change the rotten fruits here, it looks like a fucking war zone in here, I just hope they have what I need. I then walk to the milk and butter section to grab salted butter, well they actually have butter, if they don't have brown sugar I I'm gonna fucking cry and make a scene like the worst Karen in the U.S. I walk over and grab brown sugar, they have a different kind but the ingredient needs light brown sugar, I don't they you'll know the difference. So I grab the bag of brown sugar and put it in my cart with the rest of my items.
I drag this pathetic fucking cart that has the wheels squeaking to the checkout register. Do I wanna make conversation to the cashier or go to self check out to self loath in my pathetic, invert life. I decided to go to the cashier, I don't feel like putting stuff in bags on my own. They work here so ill let them drop their job. I make my way to the line, theres 5 fucking people ahead of me, seriously! The line starts to move and as the line moves, oh god, oh god he's here? Is this him or am I just fucking hallucinating again. The man in red, the cashier, he's behind the cashier holy shit. "He's behind you, sir watch out!", I scream. "Ma'am who's behind me?, is it bob sagat, ill scream" he states. "No the guy in a red mask, he's behind you". I scream again, does nobody know how to fucking listen, you're about to die! The cashier looks behind him, what the hell, he was just there. Oh no, not again, I'm losing my mind, this isn't good, this is not good.