“Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
“‘A great battle is a terrible thing,’ the old knight said, ‘but in the midst of blood and carnage, there is sometimes also beauty, beauty that could break your heart.'”
-George R.R. Martin, A knight of the seven kingdoms
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The title is all the intro I need to give you for this piece, but I would like to offer part of the heart behind it. This is not meant as a cynical reminiscence of a terrible experience, nor is it a cry for people to empathize with those who serve them. Rather it’s an exercise in humanism. Finding the good in one another and within ourselves even when it does not seem to be there at all. Understanding that beneath it all we have control of our own actions and further, we have control over our own thoughts.
“Mornin Adam.” She said with a fortuitous exuberance.
“Mornin Eva, how ya doin?” I said as I started the routine of shimmying open the lock.
She answered, “ Good! Didn’t wake up Adrian on my way out, been smooth so far.”
There was an audible pause and I could feel her eyes on my back, as if she had some need for a validating answer. A few seconds longer we stood in the soundtrack of a stuck lock until the deadbolt slid free and I swung open the door.
“Glad to hear.”
She dropped her shoulders and strutted in before me. Eva began at her work and I began at mine. For the next twenty minutes we worked silently around each other. Not even apologizing when our poor coordination caused us to bump into one another.
Our silent symphony was interrupted by the sound of glass and metal rattling violently. Followed by a muffled, “Are you ‘uys O’en!” We both looked to the door and Eva exclaimed first.
“Read the sign next to you!” I let out a stifled chuckle as I set down the cash I was counting and Eva turned her scowl toward me whispering, “Don’t let that bitch in.”
“You worry about your stuff I’ll deal with her.” I continued to the door to unlock it, “Hey welcome in,” Opening the door and giving her space to walk through, but she wouldn’t.
She huffed, “I can’t believe you people would talk to a customer that way.”
“Apologies miss, it’s early and we haven’t had our coffee yet.” Then I bellowed out a fake laugh to ease the tension. It didn’t work, her face stayed in a solid frowned state, but she walked in sighing as she passed me. Turning back, Eva had disappeared into the back room, which was probably the action that made our first customer feel comfortable enough to walk in. “How’s your mornin goin miss?”
“Ruined.”
“Well maybe I can whip something up for you to change that! What can I get ya?” She sasses out her paragraph of an order, something that must have taken years to develop. “Great! That will be seven eighty six miss.”
“What?”
I knew she could hear me, her focus was zeroed in on me, but I bit with a smile on my face, “Your drink!”
“You expect me to pay?”
“Well I’m only allowed to break one rule per a customer miss.” I let out one hack of a chuckled to signal that it was a joke, but I could tell my attempts at making her day were not helping. It was as if there would be only one thing that would make her day…free stuff. Naturally I doubled down with a worse joke, “I mean, I could probably hand you some money from our register, but that’s just money, our ingredients are important.”
She locked her eyes to mine, and scrunched her lips, I had a face of aimless stupidity but I dared not look away until she replied. Seconds passed. I wondered if it was worth it. More seconds passed. Her stubbornness was commendable. Time stopped. I noticed her eyes. A grey blue, near perfect symmetry, even with her furled eyebrows and hardened chin I could tell she was beautiful most of the time. I wondered what the disconnect was, could it have really been just one sentence yelled through glass that destroyed her confidence in humanity? Before I could finish the thought, “SWOOSH” brought us back into our timeline. I broke my deadlock with her. “Hey Dell.”
“Hey Adam, you opened early!”
“You know it Dell.” I seized the opportunity for his alley-oop, “I like to take care of my costumers.”
“Fine!” I heard with a huff as she slammed her petite purse onto the counter yanking out her wallet. Begrudgingly she shoved her card into the reader. As the transaction finished I told her that I would have it right out and she cleared her throat in response, “Uhm, what about my receipt? I fully expect I will need a refund later.”
“Oh, no worries miss, let me print that out for you.” I handed her receipt and started with her order, looked down as I worked but could feel her stare, it was burning me up. Trying to catch her face in my peripheries I glanced at Dell, “I’ll be right with ya Dell.”
“Take your time,” Dell caught on to the mood and steered into it, “my mother taught me patience is a virtue.”
Eva reappeared with a gallant smile, “Hey babe, how’s your husband?” and I lost the two of them in their jargon of conversation.
“Here is your drink miss, I apologize if we ruined your day, but I genuinely hope this helps turn your day around.” I threw on the largest smile I could with my mouth and eyes.
“Maybe next time I come in someone will know how to treat a customer with some respect.” And with that she twirled and stormed the door, blowing it open and disappearing into the morning darkness.
When my head cooled down I realized that the chattering from Dell and Eva died, and they were just staring in my direction, jaws dropped and dumbfounded.
“That’s why I like men, honey.” After Eva playfully smacked Dell in the arm, the three of us were induced to genuine laughter.
“You have to cherish the world at the same time you struggle to endure it.”
-Flannery O’Connor
“Once all struggle is grasped, miracles are possible.”
-Mao Zedong