Shoes & Yogen Früz by Stephanie Hall
Stephanie Hall, who made a New Year's resolution to participate in all of Canada Writes' challenges this year, shares her elevator story with us.
“It’s worse that this stupid window is here. We can see just how far we’ve gotten. And, really, if these fucking doors would just open, we could hop right out. The ground is right there.”
“I mean, we’re so close. How can it take so long when we’re so close.”
“It’s only been twenty minutes.”
“Yeah, that’s a long time. We’ve only got another hour until the sale is over. I really want those new shoes and there’s only one pair left. I had to beg that annoying sales bitch to put them on hold for me.”
“Wow.” Sara hates the mall, she only agreed to come because Chelsea said she’d buy her a Yogen Früz and she could choose as many flavours as she wanted. She should have said no, but Sara always went along with Chelsea.
“I knew we should have gone straight to Aldo.”
“It’s just a pair of shoes.” Sara is surprised at the sound of her voice. She’d meant to keep it to herself, like always.
“Just a pair of shoes? Just a pair of shoes? They’re only the best, most comfortable, perfect pair to go with my new boyfriend jeans. I mean, you don’t come across the perfect pair of shoes every day.”
“Seems like you do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, don’t worry, forget I said anything.”
“Jesus, Sara, you’re being such a bitch.”
Oh, I’m the bitch? Sara is careful not to let this comment slip.
“If you hadn’t insisted on getting your stupid Yogen Früz we wouldn’t be in this mess. I mean who needs four different flavours and toppings? It’s just not normal. Who does that?”
“You fucking idiot. I’m so sick of you. You’re the one who had to take the elevator. The escalator is ten paces away.”
Sara immediately wishes she could take it back. But wishes more she could capture the stunned look on Chelsea’s face. She looks like she just shit her pants and is trying to figure out how to hide it.
“Wow, Sara, that is really hurtful. How are we supposed to be friends when you call me a fucking idiot?”
“Sorry.” Sara, holding back her laughter, still seems sincere.
“You know, not everyone can be as smart as you.”
“I said, I’m sorry.”
“You’ve changed, Sara. You used to be so nice. I’m not sure how much longer I can live with you when you act like this. We’re roomies, we’re supposed to have fun together. You’re always reading. What am I supposed to do when you’re reading.”
“There’s always online shopping.”
“Oh my God, I know. Urban Outfitters is having a sale this week, free shipping to Canada. Can you believe it?”
“Not one bit.”