More SUPERJAIL 2000 updates soon.In this bookstore I am reminded of my old man. In my head I can see a large hotel dining hall. The tables are white and the room is filled with husbands and wives and brothers and sisters all talking about what’s in store for today. There are a few men cooking in this room. They all wear a tall and white chef’s hat. I meekly ask for an omelet, my voice cracking in embarrassment. The man is cooking my omelet now, and his hands are flying across the portable stove. The man flips my omelet into the air, and slides it onto my plate.I’m running back to my father to tell him what had just happened now. In my own excitement I trip. My plate shatters, even against the soft and cheap carpeting of this large hotel. My omelet is ruined. No one is talking now. Everyone is looking at me now. I’m crying now. My dad rushes over to me. He takes my hand and we leave without eating any omelets.We’re going through the exit when a very old and tired man stops us. He’s wearing an old and brown suit, its stitches almost as exhausted as he is. His hands are shaking uncontrollably. He’s kneeling down now, and I’m looking into his fatigued and brown eyes now.“Everyone has oopsies sometimes.â€?The man is standing up now. He’s shaking my father’s hand now. He’s walking away from us, very slowly now. My dad and I are in the car now. I’m looking up at my dad. His eyes are red.
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My Tumblr needs more cool stuff like this.(Right now all I have is Rei Ayanami and Jailbait. :P- which, when you think about it. Is the same thing.)I appreciate that.