“Not even sure” by Sasha on her balcony

Sunday July 9, 2017
5 minutes
Overheard on West 14th

Maggie makes a face at herself in the reflection of the window. It’s her third overnight shift in a row and she has that sandy feeling in her eyes. The intercom buzzes.

“Hello and welcome to Cupcakes on the Go, how can I serve you?”

“I need thirty six chocolate cupcakes, please, and one red velvet.”

“I’m sorry, sir, we only have – …” Maggie motions for Jamal to check the chocolate count.

“We only have three chocolate cupcakes left tonight.”

“But, but, I need thirty six, I need thirty six chocolate cupcakes and one red velvet.”

“The bakers won’t be in until five, sir. My apologies.”

“Do you have the red velvet?”

Jamal nods, but gives a look like he isn’t sure about this guy. Maybe he’s doing a prank. Maybe he’s going to shoot us with a water gun or something and film it and send it to one of those comedy websites.