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Post by EDITH HERSCHEL on Apr 28, 2013 8:32:28 GMT -8
The good advice, I always hated, but looking back it made me greater.
May 1st
tag | Harold & Open
words | 501 | Throughout her years, Edith had lived throughout dozens of climates. She spent the most years in cooler temperate climates which made her appreciate the absence of one thing in Los Angeles: winter. While the city's weather did get a bit chilly for her during certain months, especially at night time or by the water, it was now May and she could comfortably enjoy the weather all day. She let out a content sigh to herself as she walked down the promenade to a certain storefront. Their storefront.
Had someone told her a few decades ago that she'd have her own candy shop, she would've openly laughed in their faces and then asked what size wrench the bolts loose in their head needed. Now that it was a reality? Well… it wasn't so bad. It was interesting to do something new to her and there was almost always a positive atmosphere there. It was a pleasant place to be on a warm spring tuesday.
In her three-quarter length sleeves and her oversized sunglasses, she looked like an almost classy woman with no problems at all. She blended in with the Southern Californian scene very well. However, the lovely day had offered her one conflict. A kind younger woman had offered her a Starbucks coupon after purchasing some of Harold's delicious fudge. This coupon unfortunately had an expiration date for that very day, which she assumed was why it was passed over in the first place. She could've easily made herself a drink at her own store, but it seemed like such a waste to not take advantage of the gift. The plight of spending money to save money was not lost upon her, but a Starbucks was never too far away even if it was a last minute errand. Edith decided it was worth the trek down the street. Who could really pass up a good buy one, get one deal?
For herself, she ordered an iced hazelnut macchiato. The hazelnut had always been one of her favorites from the establishment and the ice seemed appropriate for the weather. Orders were quickly and decisively made and there was no quarrel over the coupon. It was a successful venture. The woman had nearly finished the drink by the time she finally made it back to Herschel's Candy. She eyed the sign and let a warm smile cross over her face. The other drink held in the paper carrier was a simple unsweetened iced tea for her husband. She knew that he wouldn't have anything to do with iced coffee, and he didn't need anything too sweet. If he felt like making it sweet, there were certainly enough sweeteners in their own store to take care of that.
She took a few graceful steps into the shop, delicately sat the plastic cup of iced tea on the counter, and then not so elegantly dinged the counter's bell two times. "Excuse me, sir, I believe this is yours. And Jimmy from the Starbucks says hello." |
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on Apr 29, 2013 8:25:11 GMT -8
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Harold seemed to blend into Southern California with less ease than his wife, by the large. He was still in a plain, white button-up shirt and one of a number of sweater-vests that he owned, paired with khaki-colored slacks and brown loafers. Most days were a variation on this theme until Summer, when he went full-tilt into those delightfully tacky, Hawaiian-print shirts. By his appearances, he rotate from obvious out-of-towner to even more obvious out-of-towner. It wasn't of much importance, however, because he was established enough aside from experiences.
That establishment took the form of their shop, of course, which was currently in the middle of its daily lull between lunch and dinner. Another wave would come in after dinner, looking for smaller, cheaper dessert options to nibble on while walking around the scenery. They stayed open well into the evening to accommodate this evening swell of sales.
The shop was quiet now, however, and Harold had settled himself into the chair tucked behind the counter of the store, apron untied at the back and making his way through a Sudoku puzzle book. There was a round of Chocolate Peanut-Butter Fudge cooling on the prep table nearby. The extra clerk had been just released from her shift, and the new one would be coming in another hour and a half.
He looked up when the bell rang and moved to stand, flipping his book closed. He set it down on the counter, along with his pen. "Jimmy's the one with the braces, right?"
He wasn't sure that he was in the Starbucks enough to remember which fancy-coffee-drink kid is which, but he wasn't much concerned about it. He probably already said hello by proxy, so it wasn't much to fuss over. He reached up to remove his apron, and he set it over-top his other items of the moment. He smiled. "Regular old iced tea? I appreciate it, sweetness."
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Post by EDITH HERSCHEL on May 3, 2013 18:44:01 GMT -8
The good advice, I always hated, but looking back it made me greater.
May 1st
tag | Harold & Open
words | 316 | Edith's face lit up with a smile of her own when her husband stood to get his drink. "Anytime, cutie. It's unsweetened. I figure you can fix it yourself if you want something sweeter." He probably already knew as much, but she let him know anyway just in case.
Catching the smell of fresh chocolate and peanut butter, she peeked behind the counter to see the end result of what he had been making earlier. The one bad thing about owning a sweets shop? Wanting to snag pieces of chocolate every now and then. For the moment she would resist, but that was something she would sneak a cut into later.
"And yeah, that's Jimmy," she answered before taking a sip of her drink. "He got new elastic bands on them, too. Swears that they glow in the dark, but why does a boy need teeth that glow in the dark?" She gave a roll of her eyes at the thought. She couldn't help but be stuck on the idea that he could've gotten perfectly acceptable colors that would've looked nice at any time of day. There were plenty of other options. Favorite colors, sports team colors, school colors, something based on a magazine… Unless he had a tiny person living on the inside of his mouth, she just didn't imagine the glow in the dark ones being worth it. But that was just her opinion. Kids made stupid decisions all the time.
Giving a small shrug, she took a few steps over and sat down at one of small tables they had available. "Anyone special come in while I was gone?" It was doubtful judging by the fact he was sitting around with another puzzle book when she had walked back in. It wasn't really the time of day for a lot of business either, so it was fine either way. She was just curious. |
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on May 3, 2013 22:03:12 GMT -8
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He let out a little laugh at the idea of glowing dental work, stopping in the process of putting his cup to his mouth to joke, "Maybe it's what the girls are into these days. Bet it makes late-night rendezvous quite a trip." He grinned in an exaggerated way to show his teeth before proceeding to take a drink of his tea.
He paused while she sat down and, after a moment, gave his own shrug and moved to join her. He escaped from behind the counter via it's small, separating door and sat down beside her, appraising the place quickly before he answered. "Nah. You know… Couple that came in and didn't buy anything, some teenagers that tried every flavor of fudge before picking one, and Avery Veraday."
This last one was said with a little more cheer in the voice. Avery was a regular who usually showed up earlier in the day, every other week or so. It'd been a little while, actually, and that was actually because… "One of the kids, Jason, broke his leg the other week doing sports. Anyway, she says 'hi.' Left you one of those catalogues for those bags she sells."
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Post by EDITH HERSCHEL on May 8, 2013 9:44:03 GMT -8
The good advice, I always hated, but looking back it made me greater.
May 1st
tag | Harold & Open
words | 343 | Harold's response sent Edith into a short fit of giggles. For only a moment she did imagine if it would interest her to see her husband with glowing teeth, but that same mental image just left her more amused by the ridiculous concept. "If a boy needs a gimmick like that, I imagine the rest would be pretty disappointing," she finally decided after regaining some composure. She didn't need to go into details, but she did remember in her own teenage years that the boys with the best cars were trying to compensate for something. It couldn't have been that different with the whole teeth ordeal.
She nodded along as he explained who had been in the shop. Sounded like a pretty typical weekday. Edith did perk up a bit at Avery Veraday's name though. The older woman had promised herself a few weeks ago that she wasn't going to buy any more bags. She didn't need any more bags. That's what she kept telling herself and usually everyone else when the subject came up.
…Well, okay she had been considering buying a smaller tote. She had been seeing ones pop up in new prints that had more pockets than her own had. So much disappeared into her purses that more pockets seemed like a good thing. She could keep it more organized.
Either way, Avery was a friend and it was good to hear she had come in. "I was wondering when she was going to turn up again." Nearly finished with her drink, she set the cup down on the table and leaned over on her elbows. "What a sweetheart. I'm sure Jason will be fine, but I feel bad for his team. From what I hear he was the best thing they had going for them." Then again, that was just what she had heard from Avery. It was quite possibly a biased opinion. Maybe she should catch up on local sports in the newspaper one day. Her forehead crinkled in thought.
"Did we get a newspaper this morning?" |
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on May 17, 2013 7:12:28 GMT -8
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"'Course we did. We do every day, don't we?" He grinned briefly and took another drink of his tea, noting that they were gulping these things down faster than they should be. At least his wasn't as God-awful sweet as Edie's must've been, but the extra caffeine might not be doing him favors. Anyway, yes. The newspaper. "I stole it to do the crossword. You gimme a minute, and I'll go and find what I did with it."
He'd planned to use that minute loafing some more, but then it looked like that minute was going to be longer, and it was going to be spent in dealing with a customer. He regarded the girl that walked in with a skeptical look almost immediately. The jumping and clapping, kid stuff for somebody obviously old enough to act better, earned a near-laugh that he had to hide by leaning his chin into his hand and covering his mouth. He hadn't fully recovered from that before she asked her question.
Did they recommend anything? Harold moved to stand, look still mirthful. He couldn't help but quip, "We make money when people buy stuff from us. We recommend everything."
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Post by EDITH HERSCHEL on May 17, 2013 10:47:13 GMT -8
The good advice, I always hated, but looking back it made me greater.
May 1st
tag | Harold & Open
words | 308 | Although they still received their paper everyday, Edith had her doubts about when it would disappear. Their bank had gone paperless, and their bills were trying to do the same. With everything going electronic, who knew what would be next on the list. They had a computer, but she really didn't want to read the news on it. Then there was the neighbors dog that tended to fetch things that didn't belong to him…
Smiling with relief that it had just been taking by her husband, she smiled back at him and nodded. "Thank you, dear. I'd love to see how poorly the sports teams in the area are doing. Can't be too good," she assumed cheerfully, still believing that they were just better at those things back on the East coast. However, that's when a customer finally came in. And oh how she came in.
Harold had been much better at concealing his laugh than Edith had. Perhaps it was the sight of him covering his own mouth that had prevented her from doing the same. However, she wasn't intending to be rude so much as she was genuinely amused. The girl was a little too old to be acting that way, but there was something about young people acting silly that always left her merry herself. At least in this case, considering it was a benevolent sort of performance. She didn't always understand it, but oh well. Kids were kids. It was more normal than glow in the dark braces.
"What he said," Edith seconded, pointing a thumb at Harold. "Welcome to Herschel's where everything is amazing. Though, if you'd like something fresh, maybe the chocolate peanut butter fudge? Is that ready yet, Harold?" It had been on her mind for a bit and she really wouldn't mind having an excuse to grab a piece herself. |
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Post by isobeau on May 17, 2013 21:49:31 GMT -8
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; background: #151515;] My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'til then I walk alone I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line Of the edge and where I walk alone Read between the lines What's fucked up when everything's alright Check my vital signs To know I'm still alive and I walk alone Beau knew she was probably acting a little sillier than she should be but right now she didn't care. That was just how she was and that's how she liked being at times plus she had managed to cause the two elders to laugh. In her opinion that was a good thing and it made her smile in return to their laughs. It was nice knowing she could bring smiles and laughter to other people but there were times that Beau suddenly remembered the glares she would get from her dad and think otherwise of being so cheerful.
Right now though she would happily bask in the joy of causing these people to laugh. Pumping her fist into the air she grinned at them both before saying "Score one for me! Got you to laugh." She couldn't help but clap again at how happy she was for getting the couple, at least she hoped they were a couple, to laugh. It was a good feeling inside her to know that people became happy with some of the things she did, even if they were a little 'out dated' as her brother's occasionally called her actions. But she didn't care right now because her attention turned back to the numerous types of fudge in front of her. Talk about short attention span.
When she caught the old man's comment about how they recommend everything, Beau couldn't help but laugh herself this time. "Haha, that's a good one. Maybe I should tell that one to my dad and he might get more business when people ask what type of models for parts he could suggest." she answered despite the feeling her dad would probably give her an annoyed look and ignore anything she says. It seems that was her curse for being his daughter and being the only one to survive the car crash.
Thinking of her mom made her become a little sad and she couldn't help but stand up to release a heavy sigh. Her mom would have loved this place, Beau was certain of that. And it didn't help that the woman mentioned chocolate and peanut butter as those were two of her mom's favorites. "I'd love to try some if it's ready. My mom would have loved it without trying any first. Both of those were among her favorite things to eat, especially if they were together.".
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on Jun 6, 2013 7:45:06 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable]LO-ITICSH Harold had moved back behind the counter as the girl spoke to Edith, grabbing up his apron on the way and strapping it on. He reached the fudge table and regarded the newly-prepared confection with an expression that seemed to mark fudge-making as serious business. After a moment, he shrugged and brought the cutter down sharply to separate a good chunk from the whole.
"Seems fine to me," he concluded, opening the display to start placing Chocolate Peanut-Butter in its rightful place between Chocolate with Salted Caramel and Cookies 'n' Cream. With another little little 'thunk' of his cutting tool, he removed a little sample of the fudge and, skewering it on a toothpick, he held it over the counter towards Isabeau. "Here you go, sweetheart. Try that."
And while that was happening, while he waited for what would obviously be an affirmative response, he fished the paper out from the cabinet under the cash register, slapping it down on the counter in front of him.
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Post by EDITH HERSCHEL on Jun 10, 2013 8:16:08 GMT -8
The good advice, I always hated, but looking back it made me greater.
May 1st
tag | Harold & Open
words | 250 | Well, the overly spunky girl certainly seemed proud of herself. Edith would let her have her victory, as the older woman just kept smiling. She doubted that it was intended, but if the girl found joy in making others laugh she wasn't going to argue with it. What did bother her was the use of past tense verbs when she started rambling on about her mother. Though she didn't react, it made the cheerful girl suddenly seem like a sadder case walking through their doors. Maybe? Anything bad that could've happened couldn't have been recent at least?
For the moment, she left that thought unspoken. Instead, she stood to join her husband behind the counter of their little store. It was a bit soon to be sneaking pieces of the fudge, but at the same time it was a reasonable opportunity. Not that she had to be that sneaky. While Harold started fishing out paper to wrap up sweets, she was cutting off a tiny piece for herself to try. It looked as delicious as always. She gave him a light playful pinch on the side when she popped the small piece into her mouth.
"Peanut butter and chocolate are a classic pair. Sounds like your mom had good tastes," Edith agreed with a nod to the customer. Seeing as she didn't really know the girl, she wasn't about to go asking if her mom was actually dead. She was just also using past-tense to stay on the safe side. |
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on Jul 13, 2013 8:00:38 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable]LO-ITICSH Harold half-jumped at the pinch. He hadn't been paying proper attention to the location of his wife, waiting for a reaction on his fudge sample, an opinion to be proud of or work to improve. That snapped him out of the focus well enough, though, and he recovered quickly, turning to throw Edith a smile. 'Classic pair, huh?,' he thought. 'Isn't that just right?'
He was glad to return his attention to the girl and find approval. Her perkiness remained intact through her purchase of a good hunk of fudge, which Harold wrapped up in wax paper and bagged. "Make sure you get it home soon," he offered in way of advice. "This heat'll melt it down again. Terrible mess."
When she was rung up and the item paid for, and the bell above the shop door dings to mark her exit, Harold turned from the shop front to again regard Edith. He smiled again. "Well, aren't you cute?
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Post by EDITH HERSCHEL on Jul 15, 2013 3:55:34 GMT -8
The good advice, I always hated, but looking back it made me greater.
May 1st
tag | Harold & Open
words | 238 | The woman didn't bother holding back a mischievous giggle at her husband's subtle reaction. The sale went on, the energetic young girl had purchased her fudge, and then she left politely. Yet again, they had another happy customer. But really, who left unhappily from a candy store? Well, maybe a dentist, but still.
"I know," Edith answered with a coy smile and a casual shrug. A lot of things had changed over the years. Things just weren't how they used to be, which she figured was mostly alright with her. It wasn't as if she and her husband hadn't changed themselves. It was weird when she thought about it, because it was hard to really say when either one of them started going gray or started getting wrinkles. It didn't really matter in the log run, because she still found herself the same Edith just as he was the same Harold. She loved him for it and the thought still brought a warm cheer to her smile. "You know, we should just close up early in a few hours and go out to dinner tonight. You wanted to try that new Italian place, right?"
She finally walked back over to her seat while she waited to hear an answer. At the rate she was going, the ice was going to melt into her coffee before she finished it. That would've been a shame for such a delicious drink. |
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on Jul 16, 2013 4:40:30 GMT -8
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Not that Edith, of all people, couldn't see through the act. She probably wouldn't have asked if she didn't figure he'd fall for it. She was always sure of getting her way and how to best go about it. In this case, it was asking about something he already wanted. He did want to try that new Italian place, and had mentioned so much.
So, yeah. He answered, after wiping down a counter, "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt." He put away the wax paper next, and made to get the rest of his newest batch of fudge cleaned up. If they were going to leave, he'd have to clean everything up now, rather than leave it for their evening shift employee. Speaking of which… "Do you want to call Lynn, while I clean up?"
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Post by EDITH HERSCHEL on Jul 20, 2013 19:19:04 GMT -8
The good advice, I always hated, but looking back it made me greater.
May 1st
tag | Harold & Open
words | 278 | Edith's smile remained. At this point in their marriages there were no battles for things. They had learned enough about each other to know exactly what screws to turn and buttons to push. The familiarity was never something boring or tiring though. It was comforting, especially during the adventures they had had when they were a bit younger. It wasn't difficult to talk Harold into leaving early and she was looking forward to trying the new restaurant as well.
"Sure thing," the woman agreed, taking another long drink of her coffee before going for the phone. "I should ask her how the baby's coming along while I'm at it. I'm happy for her, but it's a shame to be losing such a great employee. Have we gotten any applications worth looking at yet?"
Their evening shift working was, unfortunately, leaving. Lynn had never needed the job that they gave her and so she simply put in her notice after discovering she was pregnant. Something about preparing for the baby and whatnot. It was nothing that Edith had ever done herself having chosen travel and a career over having kids, but she tried to understand the desire. The major downside to all of it was needing to hire new people. Maybe even two. However, she was a picky woman and remembering any application that stood out to her was difficult. While she was all about giving teenagers opportunities for job experience and earning a little cash, she found the ones that applied not really to her liking. Perhaps her husband had found a few more worthwhile people. Otherwise they really had to start being more aggressive in their hunt. |
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Post by HAROLD HERSCHEL on Aug 7, 2013 7:00:57 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #f1f1f1; width: 400px; border: 20px #C9C9C9 solid, bTable]HY-APU-PP Harold had much the same problem when it came to hiring people. While he wasn't particularly lacking in social graces, he knew Edith to be the more extroverted of the pair of them. She was better at reading people and negotiating. That said, he had a decent feel for the written word, but job applications were pretty cut-and-dry. Not a lot of personality had caught his attention from those that had been received recently.
"I don't think so. Tourists keep filling them out, I'm pretty sure. I got one today with the permanent address saying 'Montana.' These wahoos are just wasting paper." His brow furrowed and he frowned. He reached up to scratch his nose before continuing his work, scraping up the residue of cooled fudge from his table before heading for the cabinet where the surface cleaner was stashed. "I'll bet they think they're really cute with that." WORDS 153 TAGS edith NOTES n/a CREDIT coded by butters of btn |
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Post by EDITH HERSCHEL on Aug 13, 2013 5:21:36 GMT -8
The good advice, I always hated, but looking back it made me greater.
May 1st
tag | Harold & Open
words | 200 | Edith saw two sides of this dilemma. She liked to think that perhaps people were longingly dreaming for an easy relocation to Los Angeles, as places were always more desirable on vacations and she couldn't really blame them. However, she also knew very well that her husband had a point in being annoyed with the applications. It wasn't practical to fill out an application for a part time job somewhere you did not live anywhere near, and there were plenty of 'wahoo's who were indeed just filling out applications for fun. It was a waste of paper.
Though the woman briefly thought about bringing up online applications, she shut the idea down knowing that it took her half a year just to figure out how to play solitaire on the computer. It took that much longer to figure out how to use any sort of cellular phone.
Rather than add to the complaining she shook her head and gave a snort of laughter. "Oughta call 'em up for some interviews just to mess with them," she suggested, finally reaching for the store's phone and dialing the number of their other staff member. "But don't worry, I'm sure we'll find someone." |
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