Author: pendots (ao3), aka scarfyuuri (tumblr) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: N/A Summary:
Victor goes back through old fan letters on Valentine’s Day, and what does he happen to find but one signed “Yuuri Katsuki”…
For breakfast I had a blueberry bagel with cream cheese and a bowl of chocolate chip oats. 🍫
I had a sandwich with a serving of chips and a Babybel for lunch. This is becoming a recurring meal because I never used to allow myself to eat sandwiches and chips, which were my favorite meals as a kid. Restriction sucks, and I’m feeling really good about eating things I truly enjoy again. 🍞
Dinner was a turkey bacon salad with light Italian dressing and a granola bar for dessert. 🥗🥓
I didn’t go for a walk today because there was a thunderstorm watch all day and I hate getting caught in the rain, but I went to the gym and kicked booty for 45 minutes. Today was a success. 😇
my fingers don’t know the movements of how to spell out happy words, but i can try. when i was little my best friend’s mom would put too much strawberry cream cheese on a blueberry bagel, then wink at us and say that we were getting our fruits in for the day. i trusted my life to a half dead tree, would climb up every night i could and watch the sun set. after, while i was running home, i would imagine beasts right beside me, with long strides and lungs that never got out of breath. it was a race, and i always won. sitting in the backyard with a pencil and a notebook, writing shitty poems that i thought were good when i was eight. sledding down the big hill, and watching my breath turn to smoke as i hiked back up. watching forbidden movies with my best friend on saturday nights, and thinking we were the most rebellious kids in the whole world. my odd friend group in 6th grade, everyone wondering how we all were so close when we had absolutely nothing in common. feeling pretty at the winter formal freshman year because a senior asked me to dance. being undefeated at mario kart. the first time i was proud of a poem. driving around with no destination, laughing so hard that i had to pull onto the shoulder so we wouldn’t crash. i’m learning to write happy, but my hands are still getting used to it.
Breakfast this morning was a Black Forest bagel of blueberry whole grain bagel topped with vanilla Greek yogurt, cocoa cherry squarebar, fresh cherries, and dark chocolate Greek yogurt. Falling apart on me but so good 🙌
So I work at a small cafe/coffee shop in my hometown that’s pretty popular and well-known for our bagels. Almost everyone who comes through is extremely polite and nice to me (pretty stereotypical Midwestern attitude- more than once, people have asked me about my marching band shirts before and told me stories about their own experience with marching band). But every so often, we get some rude people, and this story stands out most to me.
So it was a weekend morning, which are always out busiest times, and the main rush is over but there are a few people in line. A couple (I assumed they were a couple at least) came through and ordered a bagel each. The lady seemed kinda annoyed from the start, not really making eye contact and not bothering to really acknowledge me- whatever, I’m just taking the order, I don’t care. Then the guy she was with orders a blueberry bagel with plain cream cheese, which I ring up. (Keep in mind, I’ve been talking to both of them simultaneously and clearly putting in their orders at the same time.) I ask the lady for a name for the order, whether it’s for here or to go, and then for payment. The guy had been only half paying attention, trying the samples we have set out, and he mumbled something- I assumed it was to the lady he was with, so I didn’t say anything, just told the lady the total and took her card. Well, I go and swipe it, punch in the total, and send through the transaction, which is then she goes “oh, we’re paying separately.”
Um what? So you didn’t mention this at any point previously when I was ringing you up? I just say “oh, well I’ve already swiped your card…” and she just angrily huffs. Meanwhile, the guy had grabbed the receipt that printed and is looking at it and goes “that’s not the bagel I ordered! I changed my mind!” Apparently, his mumbling had been directed toward me. I hadn’t even LOOKED his way when he spoke, I don’t know how he thought I even heard him. I say “well, we can just change the bagel, it’s fine”, hand the lady her card back, and go in back to tell my coworker to make the different bagel.
So if you’re going to pay separately, MENTION IT AT THE START. That way you don’t catch your cashier by surprise. And also speak loudly enough for them to hear you; there are a bunch of machines and pipes running behind me, if you’re talking quietly I’m not gonna be able to hear you.
I worked at a Maine coastal tourist spot one summer ( we had coffee drinks, sandwiches , etc ….awesome job )
we had a board that listed our bread selections ( so you could choose which one you wanted with your sandwich or breakfasty type order )
One day my coworker and I , just for the hell of it , wrote on it that David Hasselhoff recommended our blueberry bagels .
Guess how many people asked us about that ?