Breakfast

It was another typical day. Orgeron awoke, bundled his belonging and walked to the bus stop still half asleep. One never likes to wake at four they only learned to accept and live with it. Five minutes passed and he began to think. Busses were supposed to visit every stop once every fifteen minutes; buses only came once every couple of hours here. How did he end up here? Was the hurricane to blame? He often contemplated this during idle moments. Suddenly he realized it was presidents day, he didn’t have to go to work. What to do on a holiday was always quite puzzling for Orgeron for national holiday were the only days that he didn’t work. He decided to go to Jorri Rae’s and have a nice breakfast. As the waiter was taking his order he forgot that he couldn’t afford to order what he wanted. He promptly changed his order from eggs benedict and lemonade to a hard-boiled egg and water with two lemon wedges. While he ate his breakfast he couldn’t help but to notice the other people in the diner, for there were only four other people. There was a man in a blood stained shirt. He seemed familiar. Maybe he had seen him at a church service. No, it wasn’t that; very little seemed sanctimonious about this man. Orgeron remember; it was the man he had almost bought a ham from. He looked pissed off. It was an odd anger, only the anger that a man could have because he had one to many hams on his hands. As he began to eat he couldn’t help but to stare at a huge fat guy; he looked as if he hadn’t been in the sunlight for years. Today wasn’t going to help that, for it was cloudy. On top of that it had begun to snow, or was it sleet. Either way it was far from the long sunny days he was accustom to. Orgeron finished his breakfast and promptly went home. This was no day to be out. He unrolled his belongings and began to sleep. At least something good came out of this day; maybe it wasn’t a typical day.