The Everything Bagel

I've been going to this bagel place a lot. For the past couple weeks, I've ordered a Sesame Bagel, toasted, with plain cream cheese. I like these bagels. When the little sesame seeds get toasted, they make the bagel kind of crunchy and nutty, and the cream cheese brings out the flavor even more. I order it every time I go. But today, I arrived ready for my usual Sesame Bagel, but as I got in line, I realized they were all out. I began to panic a little. I like my routine, and it makes me nervous when it gets disrupted in any way. Plus, every single time I go to a restaurant and try something new, I am always sorely disappointed and usually make a promise to myself that I will never branch out again. But, being that I was very hungry today, I knew I had to order something. At the very last second, I decided to try the Everything Bagel, toasted, with plain cream cheese. I went back to my table, set up my laptop, and then looked over at my bagel. It was a mess. It was just covered in crap. I couldn't even see the bagel underneath all the stuff on it. I resentfully spread the cream cheese on it, mumbled something to myself about wishing they'd had my usual, and took a bite out of my Everything Bagel. What happened in the following moments cannot be explained in words. Let's just say that as I sat there chewing my Everything Bagel, I wanted to slap myself for wasting so much time eating those stupid Sesame Bagels, when right there in the little basket next to them were those incredible Everything Bagels. Ha! Sesame Bagels-how cute. The Sesame Bagel is the poor man's Everything Bagel. It is as if for the past ten years of my life, I thought Cleveland was the most amazing city in the world. I would brag to all my friends about how cool Cleveland was, and how everyone should live in Cleveland because it was just the place to be, and then one day somebody took me to New York City. We went on a horse-drawn carriage ride, got hot-roasted peanuts, went skating in Central Park, and then finished the night off with some real New York pizza. By the end of the night, I was so mad at myself for wasting all those years in Cleveland, when I could have been living it up in New York City. Basically, if I haven't made myself clear by now, I love the Everything Bagel. I can only imagine what's going to happen when I start trying different kinds of cream cheese-woah.