Blog Entry #3

     Car horns and loud voices echoed off the buildings.  "8 more hours of this shit", Shaniqua thought to herself.  Suddenly, the door to Casa D' Waffles burst open to reveal her out of breath manager.  "Shaniqua!  Downtown is crowded, there's a broken-down bus, and the coffee shop's closed!  I'll hold down the store, and I need you to go out and spread the word; we're having a coffee and waffle special!"  "I can't!" Shaniqua replied.  "I rolled my ankle yesterday, and I don't want to aggravate it."  "Too bad!" he yelled at her.  "Get out there and make me some money!"

     Furious, Shaniqua charged out of Casa D' Waffles, and headed towards H Street.  A crowd of people and noise filled Popular Avenue as she made the turn from Benson.  As she passed by the bus, the passenger-side doors flung open, knocking Shaniqua to the ground.  The bus driver marched down the steps, and looking at Shaniqua, said "Serves you right, dumb bitch."  Shaniqua stood up, newly sprained ankle and all.  "I am done putting up with this bull."  In one quick motion, Shaniqua Washington King effectively ended her short career as a waiter at Casa D' Waffles, decking the small  bus driver with one punch.  Everything was a blur.  The sirens, the handcuffs, and the musty smell of the backseat of a police cruiser.  "How did my life come to this?"