While Gazing through the glass,
gloriousness is displayed.
Hypnotic swirls and twirls
of puff and crumbly greatness
Alternating layers
of flaky and gooey lusciousness.
“A warm cinnamon roll
with your latte today, sir?”
“No, thanks. but I’ll take a
stale cream cheese bagel por favor.”
Inspiration for this ironic piece is from our break period last class. I figured ten minutes would be a solid amount of time to get super grande latte, but I was mistaken and strolled into class a few minutes late. Embarrassing? Yes. Worth it? Not a chance. Once Dr. Chambers gave us the green light, I dashed over to CC’s. Which, while on that note, “CC’s” is an abbreviation or term of reference which thoroughly confuses me because there is no personal possession or pluralizing “Community Coffee”. Confuses me as much as those acne medication commercials that claim to turn a pizza face into Leonardo DiCaprio. Aside from that, I went over to get my latte and was asked the question of if I wanted to add anything to my coffee. One day I’ll say “No, if I wanted one I would have ordered it”, but this time I felt like being kind. However, leading up to my purchase there were two cinnamon rolls calling my name and waiting to be devoured. As R. Kelly says “my mind was telling me no, but my body was telling me yes.” Moment of truth came; do I want a cinnamon roll? I cracked, and asked for a cream cheese bagel. As my mouth was salivating over this glorious looking cinnamon roll, I got a less healthy choice in a fully loaded cream cheese bagel. What was I thinking? Regardless, I lived with my decision and headed back to class. Swiftly strutting, I took a bite out of that bagel and quickly realized that I was victim of last week’s reject batch that the manager just happened to slip back into the case. At that moment I introduced the stale bagel to a trashcan that looked like it hadn’t eaten for days. My journey to CC’s was complete, I walked into class infuriated and embarrassed.
