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A Ruined Sunday Breakfast Routine Tamila Spektorov from Ukraine Photo: Sandy Peters I was frustrated for two reasons: my favorite routine—Sunday coffee ruined, and the sales woman charged me $3.00 for four slices of bread. It happened on Sunday morning a few days ago. When I was about to have my routine cup of coffee along with a bagel, I realized that I did not have any bread at all. I have to admit that I am unable to enjoy coffee without some kind of baked goods. I decided to run out to buy something, but all the stores were closed, but one. That store did not have any fresh pastries, and I ended up buying four slices of wheat bread. I was frustrated for two reasons: my favorite routine—Sunday coffee ruined, and the sales woman charged me $3.00 for four slices of bread. I returned to the building where I live on the tenth floor, stepped into the elevator, pushed the button, and got out. When I reached my apartment and tried to unlock the door, I could not turn the key. I made a few attempts without success. I started banging on the door hoping to wake up my daughter. I was not successful at that either. I can't explain how it crossed my mind to check the number of the apartment. The apartment number was correct, except for the first digit: the apartment was on the ninth floor, not the tenth. I was shocked to realize that I had been banging on somebody else's door. I still muse over what might have happened if somebody had opened the door and what he or she would have said to me at 8:00 AM on Sunday morning. More difficult Experiences: Fall Foliage and Thoughts on Life | I Fell Through the Ice | I Almost Choked on a Plum Return to: Our Difficult Experiences | Issue 23 | Home Page TOPICS Online Magazine - ©1997-2007 - topics.mag@gmail.com - Sandy and Thomas Peters