Ashley Carter~
""Bloody..." I looked at my wristwatch. 5:06. I was late... again.
I ran to the Old Bean Coffee Shop and hid behind one of the cars.
"If Dinkleberry sees me, he'll cook my backside into a pastry..." I decided to park my BMW over at the department store and walk over. I could tell him that my car broke down and I had to ride the bus. I could also tell him that I just overslept... Or maybe he wouldn't care.
Suddenly, a little tune rang from my front pocket. I pulled out my phone. "Yes, Mum?"
"Hey, sweets. I called you earlier 'cause I thought you'd not be at work yet. I'm just calling again."
"Oh, well." I smiled. "I'm fine."
"Great. Hey, I'm missing you! You should come and visit me and your father sometime. I know plane tickets are pricey, but your father says that he's happy to pay for them."
"Sounds great, Mum. I need to get going, so we'll talk later. So long!"
"Bye-bye."
I put the phone back. Before I could do anything else, there was a great BANG! I was thrown onto the ground by this cruddy Ford Anglia.
"AH! I killed someone..." I heard a voice say. "Haven't been here for a week and..."
Suddenly, I shot up. "WHO'S THERE?!"
"Oh! Oh... you're alive! What a relief!" A short, curly-haired brunette was smiling down at me. "Thought I'd have to go the rest of my life being guilty." She moved aside as I got up.
"Er, okay. Sorry about that..."
"Don't be sorry!" She laughed. "I'm not used to this whole 'driving' thing yet." She jumped back into the car and I moved onto the sidewalk. I watched her as she backed into a newspaper dispenser and drove off, yelling "Goodbye!" to me.
Shaking my head, I go into The Old Bean. I saw Taylor McGlassen, my friend that worked double shifts, drawing one of his trademark caricatures (mostly drawn of Dinkleberry).
"Hey, Loser. How ya doing?" he joked.
"Great!" I replied. "Hey, you wouldn't believe what just happened-"
"I saw. New guy. Girl. Anyway, she just messed up the coffee maker."
"Seriously?"
"Oh yes... she didn't put the grounds into the bag. She ain't used to this coffee thing..."
"Nor driving." I joked.
Suddenly, Dinkleberry smacked me on the head with a newspaper. "Carter! You're eight minutes late."
"I got hit by a car."
He paused. "That's unfortunate. Watch where you're going from now on."
When he went back to his office, I grabbed a stack of coffee cups and began to fill them up. I knew usual orders. Frank Gar always wanted a bit of pepper in his. Odd fellow, that one. Ma'am Margaret, as she is called, loves a great deal of cream in hers. I continue to juggle brewing and making pastries as I always do.
"Hey, Taylor."
"Hm?" he said, mopping the floor.
"Out here in the fields!" I sang.
"I fight for my meals!" he answered, singing into the mop.
"I get my back into my living!" We both sang as we did our jobs to Baba O'Riley. We didn't worry about Dinkleberry or our high-class patrons. They were used to it. Also used to it are the less-that that-class patrons at Karaoke Night. I am always emcee of this, and everyone always has a right good time.
Yes, this was just another typical day at the Old Bean Coffee shop for a normal human being like me.
