Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Open Letter to My Bagel Place

Dear My Bagel Place,

I am writing to inform you of my feelings of loss and isolation this morning when I stopped by only to realize that you were closed for New Year's Day. Instead of enjoying my now customary egg & cheese on an everything not-toasted with a medium coffee to go, I had to endure the slings and arrows of the local grocery store. I will save the details, suffice it to say, I do not wish to endure this agony again.

Bagel Place -- I count on you for stability, calmness, and yes, caffeine, in this crazy world of ours. Please remember that there are people out here who rely on you for the comfort only you can provide.

If this had something to do with John Dear's insult of your toasting abilities, please remember that he is an ambivalent dysthimic, who chides because he loves. I, your true devotee, know and trust in the healing power of your bagels. So, let's not have this happen again, shall we?

With much gratitude and hope for the new year,

P.S. You've been running low lately on the coffee lids and half-and-half, so let's get that order in place, hmm?


Jen said...

You've just reminded me how much I miss my bagel place since I haven't been there since we moved our office!

Sarah @ Ordinary Days said...

I wish I had a bagel place! All I have is a coffee place whose sad scones leave so much to be desired.