First wrote this story back in ~2008 as a joke. This has never been posted before so whatever you see is the original drafted back when I was an undergraduate. Not intended as the rating of R but you decide.
Romance at the Bagel
Shop
It was like
any other Saturday when Sharon
walked into the bagel shop. She had the job for a few weeks now and work as
always was quite boring. She got along well enough with her coworkers but she found
them almost as dull as the taste of the bagel she ate every Saturday morning. There
was little expectation from her that folding fermented edibles for most of the
day would be exciting but at least she had thought that she could pass her time
by chatting with some of her coworkers. She was wrong. Since she couldn’t
strike a decent conversation with them, she stuck with her personality and made
witty remarks. But this didn’t help either for every joke she made convinced
them more that this girl was weird and should be avoided.
Most of the
day passed like the dreary norm. Customers came and went without a care for the
boredom of the employees. Though she has been there only a few weeks, she had
realized by the third time that the customers thought the workers at the bakery
as dry as the food themselves. Sharon
got more attention than most but they were mostly from pubescent teenagers or overweight
college kids. A few times she saw scrawny nerdy college kids glancing at her. They
were generally too shy to look at her directly. Once she had been stared at for
a full ten minutes or so by a fat bald guy that must have been the age of her
father sitting by the window slowly chewing his sandwich. That was the most
attention she had ever gotten at the bagel shop and it was also the creepiest
thing that she had ever experienced in her life. Luckily for her, he was not a
regular.
She was only too glad that the day
was over. Since the manager was out today, she had to close shop. Suddenly,
there was the clinging of bells as she heard the door open.
“We’re
closed for business,” said Sharon
without looking up as she wiped the last table.
“Can’t you
take one last customer?” she heard a pleasant sound drift over to her. It
sounded like chimes tinkling from an ocean breeze in midsummer. It was melodious
and contained a certain feminine quality. Yet, it was definitely not feminine.
