Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Time to make you go nuts!
I went to Dunkin' Donuts today for breakfast. The one I go to is a super-efficient center city location. After you place your order, you are sent to the end of the counter for bagel and other hot food pick-up. This is where you meet Gladys the bagel lady. Gladys must be well known, as she talked to everyone.
"How them chillin' Gladdy" cries one woman.
"Oh, the chillin' is just wonafoo" she replies. "Just wonafoo, cep they gettin' too many things from santy. Wonafoo things but too many. I member when I uz young we dint get nuthin till daddy got his check, and even en, we only got a dolla. Well my son just got his check and I sez to him 'pay for real shit, not mo' dolls and joes for then chillin'. But he don't listen. . .
She continues this monologue for what must have been 2 minutes. The other woman has since left with her early morning coffee. But because I'm still waiting for my bagel, I must continue to hear Gladys speak about her (I'm assuming) grandkids. Seeing that I'm the only one really in earshot, she focuses on telling her stories to me for the next minute.
Gladdy, I don't care. I just want my bagel. I'm glad you are a people person; that is a great character trait. But I didn't pay for you to talk to me (at least not before 8:00 AM); I paid for my bagel. Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie.
At least she's good at what she does though; my bagel was wonafoo.
"How them chillin' Gladdy" cries one woman.
"Oh, the chillin' is just wonafoo" she replies. "Just wonafoo, cep they gettin' too many things from santy. Wonafoo things but too many. I member when I uz young we dint get nuthin till daddy got his check, and even en, we only got a dolla. Well my son just got his check and I sez to him 'pay for real shit, not mo' dolls and joes for then chillin'. But he don't listen. . .
She continues this monologue for what must have been 2 minutes. The other woman has since left with her early morning coffee. But because I'm still waiting for my bagel, I must continue to hear Gladys speak about her (I'm assuming) grandkids. Seeing that I'm the only one really in earshot, she focuses on telling her stories to me for the next minute.
Gladdy, I don't care. I just want my bagel. I'm glad you are a people person; that is a great character trait. But I didn't pay for you to talk to me (at least not before 8:00 AM); I paid for my bagel. Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie.
At least she's good at what she does though; my bagel was wonafoo.
# posted by Jay @ 8:39 AM 
