I'm gonna just call in sick today. I'd rather my boss not chew my head off. Christina thought to herself as she picked up her cell phone to see she had no signal at all.
"John, can I use your phone please? Stupid piece of shit phone isn't working!"
Christina could hear the shower running, but John wouldn't answer her for some reason. She heard him moaning and groaning as if he got soap in his eye.
"Alright, well I'm just gonna run into town and get some coffee, you want anything?"
More moans.
Instead of worrying about John's melodramatic fit since he was sick this morning and had been complaining about everything, Christina put on her heels and headed out the door. The neighborhood seemed pretty empty today, she thought. Noticing not many people outside was the first problem, as well as the homeless man wandering around at the end of her street. Is that a pigeon he's chasing? Damn, poor fool must seriously be hungry. She shook off the disturbing thought as she opened her car door. She sat down in her seat and plugged her phone in. Whilst closing the driver's door she noticed the homeless man had been heading towards her car. She quickly pulled out and drove into town before he had the chance to approach and ask her for money.
First, I'll stop by Starbucks, and pick up a White Mocha for me and John, and then it's to the office to announce my absence for the day.
As she pulled into the parking lot at Starbucks, which was usually packed this time of day, she smirked at her chance of finally getting that near door parking lot she'd always dreamed of. She quickly pulled into her desired spot, pulled the key out of the ignition, and headed inside.
Ding ding!
That annoying little electronic door sensor always got on Christina's nerves. It had seemed as though there was only one other customer, a man inside the shop besides the barista today. He was in his mid forties probably, sipping coffee and reading the paper. As most elderly do at this time of day. Christina headed up to the counter.
"What can I get for you, ma'm?"
The younger teenage girl seemed to be really tired, yet her energy stayed on high alert. Although something seemed strange.
"I'll have two White Mochas, Venti, extra foam. Make one a triple shot, please?"
"Right away, ma'm. May I have your name?" The girl said as she started working on the first drink. She picked up the cups and busily began gathering ingredients.
"Oh, uh, it's Christina. Hey, how come I haven't seen you in here before?"
The teenage girl stopped for a second to explain, "Well, my dad owns this shop, and all his workers called in sick today, so I'm taking over one of the shifts until around four when my dad comes in. You can have a seat though, I'll call your name once they're ready."
Christina nodded her head in agreement as she walked over to the booth near the counter and sat down.
I guess John wasn't being melodramatic, after all. I'll have to apologize.