July 2, 2012
"Oh, they're free. Take as many as you like," the woman said, referring to the rice krispies treat samples. I took one, neatly enclosed in a cupcake wrapper. The square treat was topped with candy sprinkles, and it tasted like warm vanilla. I stood at the counter as my reuben was prepared, neglecting the waiting chairs. I carried the oversized bag containing the sandwich and a small apple back out into the heavy heat. Back at my desk I observed that the rye bread was needlessly fancy, with pinwsheels. My eyes drooped, focusing in and out while following the pattern.