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| - Upon walking in on my birthday, the following brief conversation occurred between me and the lady at the counter:
Me: "Hi, I heard a rumour that--"
Lady: "Birthday bagels? Go get twelve and bring them here with your ID."
Me: "K."
I loaded up a giant brown paper bag with twelve bagels, which were sadly cold, but I did arrive around 5 or 6. Marble bagels? Bring 'em. Cinnamon and raisin? Hell yeah. Chocolate chip bagels! Five of those. With the enormous selection (at least, to a bagel newbie like myself...) I tried to snag one of every variety I had never heard of.
On the other side of the bagel "aisle" were a bunch of sweets that I could barely resist...Some kind of tiny, filled pastry oozing with chocolate, fruit, or some other kind of sugary goodness. It was all I could do to keep my hands off. Too bad I had just indulged at the nearby La Bamboche.
Anyway, true to the counter lady's word, I flashed my ID at her and was on my way with my bagels. If you saw a weird lady that day carrying bagels in a giant bag and munching the chocolate chip bagel in her hand on the subway, yup, that was me.
(They were reaallllly good.)
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