By mid-morning, we take five. Every gray folding chair wobbly as we sit rubbing our sore feet while eating gooey jelly donuts in the breakroom. After our shift, some of us stop by the mouthwatering lake jumping in with a big splash. The oniony mustard smell fades. Afterward, we eat our chocolate sandwich cookies, slurping strawberry sodas through straws.
Wiping away tears, she chops up fresh onions while the vinegar attacks her nose. "Remember thick, thick tapering off, so the sandwich looks bigger." Summer vacations working on a production assembly line dreaming about the journeys after I turn eighteen.
By mid-morning, we take five. Every gray folding chair wobbly as we sit rubbing our sore feet while eating gooey jelly donuts in the breakroom. After our shift, some of us stop by the mouthwatering lake jumping in with a big splash. The oniony mustard smell fades. Afterward, we eat our chocolate sandwich cookies, slurping strawberry sodas through straws. |
"Classic"
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