Matricide

As she bumped past me, I notice what she's left behind. The worn yet still kind eyed barista smiles. "Good morning, what can I get started for you?" I step forward and give her the "one moment" gesture with my right hand as I lean down towards the wallet with my left. I turned towards the door and yelled. "Oi! Cunt!" The maddened matriarch swiveled on her thick heels, the anger radiating off of her scalp. Before her lips could part to allow the deluge of derogatory and ignorant slurs, her bedazzled, dollar bill long wallet slapped her right on the bridge of her nose. As she fell out the doorway, a cheer arose from the coffee shop. The barista jumped up on the counter, freed momentarily from the shackles is sanity and customer service. "Have a nice fucking day!"