Bagel Poetry

One of my favorite regulars talks like his life is a poetry slam. Even if he’s not rhyming, his cadence is rhythmic and his voice sounds like a Bob Dylan song.

Today was my favorite so far. He held out two bagels and said:

I’ll have these

Toasted please

With cream cheese.

 

*cue finger snaps*

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