They meet for coffee after work. One coiffed. One plain. This is their day for treats. After a week’s worth of chicken salads, they are eager. Even earnest. They have been dreaming about cakey mouthfuls for hours.
Wait.
Coiffed spits out her loaf.
“Does this have cinnamon in it?” She turns to her plain friend, who shrugs. “I said, no cinnamon.”
“Excuse me,” she yells, “I can taste cinnamon in this cake.”
“Oh, really?” asks the barista. (He is neither coiffed nor plain. He is something else. But never mind him.)
‘As if,’ Coiffed thinks to herself. Grrrr.
“Gimme a banana bread then. PLAIN banana bread.”
She hadn’t anticipated the need to get firm. Grrrrr. This is supposed to be treat day. Fun, light, sugar-filled. Grrrrr.
“God. Pathetic. To not know about the cinnamon…I could have DIED. Pathetic,” she mutters to herself.
Her friend, who enjoys cinnamon more than anything, is starting to feel guilty. She is plain and a people pleaser. “I’ll get your banana loaf. Plain, right?”
“Yes. I am seriously allergic.”
The problem is soon resolved. And after all, life is but a series of problems best resolved rapidly. Whenever possible.
Fortunately, in this case, it is possible.
They resume their eating. No more speaking until the loaves are consumed. There they go. Now all that’s left are their coffees and of course, their black trenches. (Did I mention their attire? I meant to. Black trench coats. Charcoal actually.)
Coiffed gets up to go, her pointy boots click-clacking firmly. She has to pick up her kids. The plain one with the loafers has her own important thing to get to. She’s really, really busy these days. Soooo busy.
They flash each other a smile, wipe their crumb-laden figures (discretely), and head for the door.
“Thanks. This was fun.”
“Yeah, great. See you next week? Hold the cinnamon though, right? Ha, ha!”
But Coiffed isn’t laughing. “I could have died,” she says sharply.
Right, death by cinnamon is no joke.
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Can I meet these two ladies in real life? Please. I like this.
i love wondering if these are convos you’ve overhead in coffee shops, or people you’ve seen and you make up their stories (one of my favourite pasttimes) or if you’ve just invented the whole gosh darned thing!
Hey pass the shaker, we need some more cinnamon down here.
Wow! I’ve never even heard of anyone else who had a cinnamon allergy. I knew there had to be more than just me!!
I’m going to tell you about the coffee I overheard of the couple fighting and see what you will make of it on your convo blog. I love these entries.
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