Five Routine Minutes – Getting A BagelPosted: March 30, 2011
Today I am experimenting with a new Blurt feature, Five Routine Minutes. Five Routine Minutes will depict five-ish consecutive minutes from my day. As you’ll see, these posts may go up a few days after the actual events portrayed, due to the time involved in producing and then taking pictures of the complex stick figure art that illustrates these posts. My apologies for the delays, quality is time consuming…or something.
I went to get my morning bagel. I eat a bagel every work day morning. Maybe it is because I like round food with a hole in the middle. I don’t eat donuts though. Donuts are so 1980’s, like my mustache was. I don’t eat donuts and my mustache is long gone, but I love bagels.
There are a lot of regular customers at the bagel shop. They must like round food too, but I don’t know if they had a mustache in the ’80’s. There is this one guy I see there a lot. We’ve never spoken, he just looks at me and nods. I don’t know his name, so I had to assign him one. His assigned name is Bobblehead. Bobblehead remains true to his name today. Consistency is admirable.
Today I’m having a honey wheat bagel with peanut butter. The woman who takes my order has her face pierced, once under each corner of her mouth. She’s really nice. I don’t know why she thinks this is a good idea. Who am I to judge? I am the guy who grew that mustache, that’s who.
At the register, the manager is training a new cashier. She introduces this new person to me and says “this is Omawarisan, we like him. Always make sure he gets the senior discount.”
When I leave, a pickup truck is parked next to my car. I notice that there is a kitchen whisk in the bed of the truck. Nothing else. The cargo area is laden with one wire whisk. Why? Maybe this is a chef’s truck. Will he remember where his whisk is when he needs to make a meringue? If I was a chef, I would make my own bagel. I would not keep my whisk in my truck.
Yeah, that’s about five.