Day 5 - 8,995 words so underground you can't even read them

 I had a lot of fun writing today, added a lot of stuff that is totally irrelevant to the plot (mainly about hipsters) and a few things that are relevant to the plot. Emma is having her first day at the bakery, learning a few basics from Eduardo Encarnacion (including Martha Stewart's cookie-of-the-day) and then a couple of interesting people walk in. Enjoy!

             While he was teaching me how to use the espresso machine and coffee maker, a pair of men walked in. Leading the twosome was a man with a beard, thick rimmed black glasses, an unbuttoned American flag shirt exposing what could only be ironic chest hairs, wearing black shorts that were just a little bit too short, paired with ironic crocs, and he had finished the look off with an empty Budweiser can. Second was a man with rolled up pants held up by suspenders and no shoes, a dirty grey long sleeved V neck T shirt emblazoned with “Pitchfork 2010”, dark thick rimmed glasses and a beard.

            The two men were apparently having a loud debate about an article they had recently read. The article was called “Maximalism,(Min)imalism, and Temporal Distortion: Emilio Estevez and the Air Bombay Loafer”. American flag happened to think that Emilio had best portrayed the concept of liminality in his character, who was inevitably a representation of the chaotic, pluralistic, and information-drenched aspects of postmodern society. No-shoes argued that it was ludicrous to be discussing Emilio Estevez performance in The Mighty Ducks series, when it was so obvious that the best work of his career was in an uncredited role in Mission: Impossible, in which he had demonstrated the re/post/spacialities of counter-architectural hyper-contemporaneity. I did not understand a word they were saying, and I gave Eduardo a questioning look.