Dads
“So where are we going?” was the question of the weekend, and the question I was asked this morning as soon as I got into the car.
“Is this place okay?” My dad asked as he parked the car in front of the coffee shop we had been to two days before. Earlier this morning, I had done some fast research on potential breakfast cafes with the request from my dad that there was more than just breakfast sandwiches on the menu. He was missing his daily yogurt.
“I mean, yeah, we’ve been here. It’s fine,” I replied. “We’re also already here.”
I trailed up the stairs behind my dad and Cecily, entering last.
“I think we should go to the other place,” I hear my dad say after looking at the line and no tables available. Although one was clearing up, he opened the door, and I trailed down the stairs behind my dad and Cecily.
Five minutes later, we arrived at the other place. I trailed up the stairs behind my dad and Cecily once more. “Hm, maybe we should go back to the other place,” my dad says. Cecily and I both looked at him.
“Are you serious?” Cecily gapes. He does a little spin, surveying the scene, and nods. After a couple of seconds, I snapped out of my shock.
“No,” I proclaim. He huffs, and I see him do a little stomp, but he remains in line.
“I’ll have the bacon egg and cheese on the everything bagel,” I hear my dad order.
I ordered the yogurt with granola and an oat milk latte.
“Oh, yogurt sounds good. Hmm,” my dad says. I look at him, and say, “Yeah, dad, that’s why I picked this place. I thought you wanted yogurt.”
“Maybe I’ll change my order.”
“Clare,” the barista calls out. I’m handed a yogurt and two breakfast sandwiches.
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