One Friday after a crazy day at work, Bianca raced over to Main Street to meet Winter and friends for a late Happy Hour. Bianca’s rumbling stomach informed her that the strawberry nirvana jamba juice she slurped down for lunch wasn’t gonna cut it for much longer. Thoughts of a turkey avocado sandwich danced in her head and she prayed that Winter had selected a spot that carried it on the menu. Unfortunately for Bianca, Sharkeez’s Mexican Cantina was the chosen rendezvous.
She sadly went inside and found Winter, her friends, and a pile of mostly eaten plates. “Sorry B,” said Winter “We were starving, but go put your order in…we’re planning on staying here for most the night.” Bianca grabbed a menu and desperately searched it hoping that next to the list of quesadillas, enchiladas, and baja tacos would miraculously be a turkey avocado sandwich… “Damn it,” thought Bianca “Doesn’t Sharkeez know they would make a killing off delicious sandwiches?!” She slammed her menu down, and flagged down the waitress for a drink instead so her thirst could be quenched and the woes of work would be eased away….
A couple hours passed and although Bianca’s craving for a turkey-avo was still strong, her need for anything but an empty stomach was stronger. As she reluctantly made her way up to the bar to order, she suddenly saw a glowing light coming from across the street…and like a sign from heaven, it read…SANDWICHES. Bianca made a bee-line to Winter telling her she’d be right back; and then skipped across the street towards the heavenly neon glow.
As she entered there were about 10 people ahead of her. “Ok, no worries,” she thought “this will move fast.” 30 minutes later she made it to the front of the line. Just as she was about to place her order she saw the cruel words that stated “CASH ONLY”…”Sssshhh*T!” thought Bianca. She looked around and saw an ATM at the back of the store. Hastily, Bianca jumped out of line and pulled out a $20 bill. As she made her way back to the counter, 8 people had somehow formed another line. “I’ve come so close,” thought Bianca “I will eat a sandwich!”
20 minutes passed and it was finally Bianca’s turn. “What can I get you?” asked the owner. “I’ll have a turkey sandwich on wheat with avocado, lettuce, tomato, pickles, mustard and a little pepper, please,” said Bianca with glee. The owner made her sandwich just the way she asked, wrapped it up in paper and handed it to her. “Thank you! Oh, thank you!” said Bianca tearfully with joy. She could almost taste it.
Bianca walked outside and sat down on a nearby bench. She unwrapped the top of her sandwich and her mouth watered. Just as she was about to take the first bite, her phone rang. Bianca fumbled for her cell with one hand while holding the turkey-avo in the other. “Hello, make it fast, I’m trying to eat here!,” snapped Bianca.
“B, its Dad! Just wanted to say hi.” “Oh, hey dad…things are good, just dying to eat this turkey avocado sand—“ and just then, mid-sentence, the most horrific, unspeakable, traumatic thing happened….a wigger on a bike rolled up and snatched Bianca’s prized sandwich from her hand, and then just kept going. Stunned, confused, angry and most importantly, starving Bianca stood up and started screaming “HEY! WHAT THE F%^K! YOU CAN”T &*^%$*# DO THAT! THAT’S MY $%#@! SANDWICH YOU LOW LIFE #%^& ^%$#@!
Bianca looked around and noticed that everyone on the street was gawking at her. “He stole… he stole my sandwich!” cried Bianca desperately trying to explain. “You’re drunk sweetie, go home,” said a woman. “I am NOT drunk! I am FAMISHED!” barked Bianca. She turned around to go buy another sandwich just as the glowing light went dark and the sign on the door now read “Closed.” “NOOOOOOOOOO!” wailed Bianca. She saw a man with a wrapped up sandwich just sitting down…”I’ll give you $10 for that sandwich sir, it’s all I have, but it’s yours!” she begged. The man quickly got up and walked away. Bianca was clearly entering in the 3rd stage of grief: “Anger and Bargaining.”
“Bianca?”….she heard a voice say calmly….”Bianca, are you alright? Bianca, why are you screaming at people?” Slowly Bianca realized that her father was still on the other end of the phone. “Oh hey dad…”whispered Bianca. “You know I’m just gonna call you later ok? Bye.” Bianca hung up the phone and decided to head home. On her way she passed a 24-hr convenient store and a smile grazed over her face.
Winter got home later that night and found the kitchen in total disarray. Globs of peanut butter, pieces of wheat bread and drops of jelly were all over the counter and the floor. “What the hell happened here?” laughed Winter “It looks like a 5 year old has been in here finger painting with ummm peanutbutter and jelly.” “What are you talking about?” called Bianca from her room. As Winter walked upstairs, she continued to follow an artistry of peanut butter and jelly that lead all the way to Bianca’s shirt and face.
Hold your sandwich with both hands,
Bianca and Winter
No comments:
Post a Comment