Short Story: One Ordinary Day With Waffles

One Ordinary Day with Waffles

Mrs. Johnson woke with a start, it was her day for true fun. Soon she was ready, and after briefly saying goodbye to her husband, Mr. Johnson,she left. She was almost out the door when she realized she about forgot the money, “Oops, almost forgot.” she said. “Probably don’t want to miss that opportunity.” replied Mr. Johnson. So her day began, walking the streets of New York, breathing the not so fresh air and walking the murky sidewalks. She remembers it was only about twenty years ago that the great depression was in full swing. She remembered that then, she and her husband both went out doing good continually. She entered the warehouse and met the clerk,”Is this where I can get the waffle cart?” “I suppose

Johnson looked at her for a while. A really long while. And she answered,” because I would like to sell waffles and I need a cart to sell from.” “Okay then your cart is in the back with a huge sign.” “Thank you, that was a ton easier than last time.” Leaving the clerk very confused Mrs. Johnson went to find her cart. She found it right where the clerk said it would be. But then she realized that she never gave the clerk her name, and she intended to find out how he knew.“Excuse me for asking, but how did you know it was me?” “First you asked for a waffle cart, then you left me confused,” replied the clerk. “and when you called last time I was the one who answered.” “So you must be Howard.” Mrs. Johnson figured. “That is I, and you must be Mrs. Johnson” Howard answered. Mrs. Johnson paid, said goodbye and left. She started lugging the cart down the street to a nice busy corner. Where she set up and started to

Mrs. Johnson thought for a moment then answered,”Well I must do something to change that.” Right that moment she marched over there and talked to the family.”What is wrong?” The father answered and said,” I have lost my job and now I can’t pay for a home to which my family to live in.” “Then take mine, I don’t need it and I only wanted to do it for today.” She tossed the keys to the man and said,“There is a recipe in the cart and plenty of materials for a couple days, I wish I could do more.” “No need, you have done plenty for my family thank you so much.” and the man ran to the cart and started to cook some waffles. About now it was around six O’clock and time to head home. She only stopped momentarily to give money to a homeless man. The dull thud of a wad of cash reverberated in the alley. Continuing on she heard the words, “God bless”. Soon she was home, she wanted to eat but she was way too tired and collapsed without another thought. Mrs. Johnson didn’t wake until