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Doctor Gabriel · Posted 02-12-2016, 09:56 AM

Adrien Dupont had been coming into the same bakery before work, sitting at the same table, then leaving at the same time for the past five years. He’d found the place to be a perfect little oasis exactly in the middle of his route to the office and, before he knew it, a routine had been established.

His job required constant adaption to new situations and individuals, so he valued the little taste of predictability between his hectic home life, with his second child making the humble little three bedroom a veritable carnival of screeching and bodily fluids, and the office that the bakery gave him.

He’d memorized the script so completely that the lines and cues were second nature to him now.

30-something businessman with prematurely greying hair enters Stage Left.

He approaches the counter and places an order for one blueberry bagel and a small coffee while trying to hide his wedding ring as he flirts with the young woman manning the till.

Grabs a newspaper from a nearby rack while he waits for his order then sits at a table near the window.

Reads his paper while enjoying his breakfast for approximately 15 minutes before tossing his cup and napkins in the nearby trashcan and resuming his commute to work.

This simple routine was the constant in his ever changing life that kept Adrien grounded. Allowed him to sweat the small stuff, so to speak, and keep him sain.

Unfortunately, just as he’d opened his paper on one particular morning, a 50 year old man dressed as if he’d stumbled out of a Renaissance Fair materialized in the corner behind him. Adrien eyed the stranger curiously as he looked around wildly before he found a suitcase under a nearby table.

He watched the odd old man spring at the suitcase then dash out of the bakery, holding it like a leather olympic torch above his head and screaming at the top of his lungs.

“MI REY! I HASTEN TOWARD YOU WITH THINE TREASURE IN HAND! WAIT FOR ME, ERIC! WAIT FOR ME!”

The peculiar man gone, Adrien simply sipped his coffee and went back to his newspaper.

Sweat the small stuff.

		#170	Doctor Gabriel nostalgic
Adrien Dupont had been coming into the same bakery before work, sitting at the same table, then leaving at the same time for the past five years. He’d found the place to be a perfect little oasis exactly in the middle of his route to the office and, before he knew it, a routine had been established. His job required constant adaption to new situations and individuals, so he valued the little taste of predictability between his hectic home life, with his second child making the humble little three bedroom a veritable carnival of screeching and bodily fluids, and the office that the bakery gave him. He’d memorized the script so completely that the lines and cues were second nature to him now. 30-something businessman with prematurely greying hair enters Stage Left. He approaches the counter and places an order for one blueberry bagel and a small coffee while trying to hide his wedding ring as he flirts with the young woman manning the till. Grabs a newspaper from a nearby rack while he waits for his order then sits at a table near the window. Reads his paper while enjoying his breakfast for approximately 15 minutes before tossing his cup and napkins in the nearby trashcan and resuming his commute to work. This simple routine was the constant in his ever changing life that kept Adrien grounded. Allowed him to sweat the small stuff, so to speak, and keep him sain. Unfortunately, just as he’d opened his paper on one particular morning, a 50 year old man dressed as if he’d stumbled out of a Renaissance Fair materialized in the corner behind him. Adrien eyed the stranger curiously as he looked around wildly before he found a suitcase under a nearby table. He watched the odd old man spring at the suitcase then dash out of the bakery, holding it like a leather olympic torch above his head and screaming at the top of his lungs. “MI REY! I HASTEN TOWARD YOU WITH THINE TREASURE IN HAND! WAIT FOR ME, ERIC! WAIT FOR ME!” The peculiar man gone, Adrien simply sipped his coffee and went back to his newspaper. Sweat the small stuff.
	Posted 02-12-2016, 09:56 AM