I Hate Me, Part 097,664
There’s a Manhattan Bagel Shop near work and sometimes when the fates conspire against me I’ll end up there for lunch. I think it’s a training store for them, at least I hope so as the service is less than ideal at times. There was a sullen teen working the counter, he was trying to look tough but was too overfed to really pull it off. Two old people were in front of me and were pretty oblivious to their surroundings, like they wandered in by accident. The counter kid in a slack jawed monotone asked if anyone needed help. The elderly couple didn’t respond so I stepped in front of them and even though I thought the kid was a douche I gave him a conspiratorial eyeroll towards the old people. It was a Ha! Look at those feeble clueless old people, pffft, type look. The kid, deadpan then rolls his eyes and gives me a You ain’t so cool yourself, fatman, look. Auuurrrrgh! I ordered my shitty sandwich and not having a newspaper, I read a book of coupons that were left on the table. Check and mate.