3pm is to 7-11 what the guillotine was to French royalty:
School is out.
Boundaries between playground and the real world blur through corn syrup tinted glasses, inspiring shrink rates and distrust between child and counter person.
Today, the aftermath of the rush inspired a particularly draconian atmosphere, as the owner stocked a lingering boy, late for battle.
Finally, she snapped, casting him out empty handed.
Dragging his feet across threshold, she calls out after him, does the grown up thing and brings him back offering a token free doughnut for diplomacy.
Apologies are rarely easy, no matter how sweet.
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