My 4 AM alarm was buzzing and beeping on my phone, slowly dragging me out of my deep slumber. I sighed and shut it off, pushing myself up into a sitting position as i yawned and stretched, my shoulders and wrists popping.
I took a quick look at my notifications before getting up out of bed completely and grabbing my work uniform off of my desk and rushing into the bathroom. I went through the checklist in my head slowly as i began to fight to stay awake and not go back to bed.
Wash face. Brush teeth. Brush hair. Get dressed. Grab my backpack. And finally leave the house.
Work is a short drive from my house to there, so it didn’t take long to pull into the employee parking lot and turn off my car.
I clocked in and went back into the kitchen, pulling everything to thaw that would need to be had throughout the rest of the week. And here began my daily routine.
Today felt like any other day; slow but going. I had breakfast done and out for customers to buy by the time 9 AM hit. I wiped down the counters, swept the floor, and washed the dishes. I took the kitchen and lobby trash outside and began doing the outside trashcans by the front entrance doors.
It was hot outside, a whopping 117 degrees Fahrenheit. So by the time i came back inside, i felt sweaty and hot and just ick.
I walked over to the register and started chitchatting with one of my coworkers because I had a few minutes to waste before i could start lunch.
As we were talking, her eyes kept trailing the window to the outside sidewalk view, probably waiting for her boyfriend to stop in and say hello. When her face went pale and her mouth dropped open to scream, I took a glance at the window and grabbed her, ducking us both under the counter.
The screeching of metal blended in with out screams and I could hear glass shards skip across the tile floor, like a stone skipping across a great lake. Customers inside the store yelled and screamed and i could hear ones from outside yelling.
When the only bit of sound left was glass pieces slowly dropping to the tile floor inside and the concrete outside, we both slowly crawled out and stood, slowly turning to take a peek at the window.
A big white pickup truck sat there, smashing a trashcan between it and one of the steel posts that created the frame for the front of the store.
“Call 9-1-1,” I whispered. I turned to look at her, her eyes as huge as mine and her face as pale as snow. “CALL 9-1-1!” I screamed, tears welling in my eyes. I rushed to the door and ran outside, my anxiety running so high in my body that i could feel the blood pressure in my eyes. I ran around the back of the truck and to the driver’s door, who had his window down. “S-sir?”
He looked at me, tears streaming down his face. He had one hand clamped over his mouth and the other fisted up laying on his chest. Poor guy couldn’t have even been 35, he was young. “I swear-I didn’t-I didn’t mean to, miss!”
I just gave him a soft smile, blinking rapidly a few times so he didn’t notice the well of tears on the edge of streaming down my face. “It’s alright. Are you hurt?”
“No, ma’am. Did i hit someone?” The fear in his eyes spoke volumes-he was afraid he had hurt someone.
“No, sir. Would you like an ambulance? We can-“
“Oh god, there’s people inside!” His eyes were staring in the window.
I took a peak-my coworker was on the phone, her makeup streaming down her face in tears. I sighed and looked back at him. “We’re okay, sir.”
I stood quietly and listened to his cries, trying to sooth him to calm down. The only other sound was the whispers of customers that blended in with the crackling of glass falling from the window’s frame.
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