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A Short Story Of The Rush Hour: A Narrative Fiction

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“Grande coffee in a venti cup with 2 pumps of hazelnut, 2 pumps of vanilla, 2 pumps of caramel, 2 equals and 4 sweet and lows filled to the top with cream, with extra cream on the side, double cupped with no sleeve, a stir stick, and stopper put in the top.” The plump woman in front said, waving a long magenta painted nail at him. Kile smiled brightly,” Of course ma’am! Coming right up!” “Don’t get smart with me young man! Or else we just might get the cuffs out.” Her wink sent literal chills down his spine. Ew. He had gotten many flirtatious remarks in his line of work before, he was fairly pretty for a guy, but that never really worked out well for him. Sure, he got some girls’ numbers from time to time, but it was almost always one old lady. One old lady each and everyday that scared his potential girlfriends away. This was one of the regulars. Mrs. Plum as he wanted to call her, but alas, her name was nowhere near Mrs. or Plum. Misses Rosenberg. And alas again, she was no rose. Just the thorns that were run over a couple of times with a lawn mower.…show more content…
Rush hour was ending soon, hopefully. Kile rushed around trying to fill out the outrageous order. Sometimes he wonders if people do this just to see if it was possible to remember all that useless bullcrap. He did. He always did. He was a college student after all, remembering useless stuff was his specialty. “Here you go ma’am! Your payment will be three ninety-five.” Kile’s fake smile plastered on his face again. Miss Rosenberg looked at him with slitted pale green eyes,” Four bucks for a cup of coffee? Now Kiley, you wouldn’t be rude as to be ripping me off, right?” “It’s three dollars and ninety-five cents ma’am.” “Alright alright, fine! You’re no fun today, Kiley.” She handed over her credit card and took her
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