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Cornucopia ~ Chapter 7 ~ Thanksgiving Wednesday (Part Three and Four of Four)
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“Not that I remember, Miss Peabody.”
“I thought there was had been.”
“Wait. Could you mean a food store?”
“YES, that’s it!”
“It sounds like we are headed to Zabars. I’ll radio the driver.”
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Alice checked her watch and realized that she would have to hurry in order to purchase the breakfast items. She rushed the eight blocks to Zabars. When she arrived, the store was crowded but not as much as she had feared from the number of double- and tripled-parked cars outside. Alice followed her former step-father’s instructions and grabbed a paper number at the smoked fish counter. She compared the number on her ticket to the number currently being served and scowled when she saw that there were 27 customers ahead of her. Alice then went to the dairy counter and retrieved another paper ticket. “That’s a shitload better,” she muttered when she saw that her turn would come after eight customers. She went to the coffee bean section and saw that there were no numbers and that service was on an honor system. Alice eyeballed the other waiting customers so she knew who went before her. While she waited, she watched the progress of the customer service at the dairy section.
It was while she was craning her neck to see the number being served at the dairy counter that a dishonorable customer shouted his request for a pound of decaf hazelnut, fine ground. When Alice returned her attention to the coffee section, she saw the sales clerk begin to scoop the man’s beans out of the barrels. “HEY!” She yelled. “He’s not next. He’s after me and I’m not even next.”
The clerk slowed his movements but continued to scoop.
“Stop,” Alice yelled. “This guy is an asshole and he’s jumping the line.” She looked at the other waiting customers, “C’mon. You know I’m right.”
“She’s right,” a waiting woman told the clerk.
The clerk froze.
Another customer spoke, “Just let the guy get served. Stop wasting time.”
“But it’s wrong,” Alice replied as she looked around the circled customers, “You know if you let him get away with this, you’ll be pissed all night.”
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I will say again, you do families very well. I thank you for having Jenny confused by a spud, it’s so apt. A wonderful story Spumoni, and particularly nostalgic for me. I haven’t been able to return to NYC since I left over 3 years ago, and I’d lived there for over 20 years, 10 of the just a few doors east of Serendipty. My brother had had the apartment for years before me, so perhaps I wandered by and didn’t make note of Jenny or Dana. My brother had watched several friends go through what Russ was dealing with. An admirable work all together. I look forward to your next effort as I continue catch up on your older stories that I missed.
Loved the flashbacks,and how in later years they all became friends. thanks for the story Now how about a Christmas one
Good job IceCream I can’t wait for part 4. This is just like a reminder of the last holiday and a gear up for the next. Perfect timing because we have time to enjoy it better than in the middle of a holiday rush. Thank you, Md
“Fuck, Porter, Tina’s the top!” LMAO!! Still claiming this would be first place on my holiday ‘must see’ list if you could bring it to life on the big (or little) screen!!! You have seemlessly woven their lives together… awesome!!!
absolutely loved it…past and present…what a great story
Thank you thank you for a beautiful story and a lovely depiction of my old neighborhood on the upper west side. It was awesome seeing our beloved characters in some of my old haunts, and the convergence is just so…so heartwarming, thank you.