“Hey, how’s it goin’?”
“Can’t complain. You?”
“Meh, work’s been slow. Not a lot of people today. What
can I get ya?”
“A large latte and a chocolate chip cookie... There any
nuts in those?”
“Nah, I don’t think so. They’re gluten free though.”
“Cool.”
“That’s four fifty-five.”
“Debit.” He hands his card to the worker.
“Debit.” He hands his card to the worker.
“Just slide the card with the stripe facing me… umm. No,
the other way… Want your receipt?”
“That’s okay.”
“Here’s your cookie. Have a seat. I’ll bring your latte
over when it’s ready.”
“Thanks.”
“… hmm…” uncertain of what he tastes.
“Here’s your latte.”
“Here’s your latte.”
“Thanks… umm… ex-excuse me?”
“Yeah?”
“The cookie doesn’t have any nuts in it, right?” his
voice was starting to get horse.
“Uh, no… Ah shit! I’m sorry.”
The customer coughs.
“Shit! I’m sorry. Uh, do you have a nut allergy?”
“Yes. Why?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Why?” More coughs.
“Shit! I think they might have peanut butter. Are you
allergic to peanuts?”
“Yea.” The customer starts wheezing.
“Omigod! You’re swelling up! Do you, you have an epipen?”
“No.”
“What? Whydon’tyouhaveanepipen!”
“It exthpired... I’m waithing for my… prescrithion do be
filled.”
“Shit! Why don’t you have an epipen?”
“Can… you…” gasping for air. “Call… 9.1.1?”
“Uh, right! Yes! Sorry! Omigod yes!”
“Hu-hello? Look a customer just ate something with peanut
butter and can’t breathe! He’s swelling up real bad… thanks… can I do anything?
Uh… no... Dammit! Uh, sorry!”
“Hey! An ambulance is on its way.” The worker looks down.
“Y-you okay?”
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