Let Me Tell You About My Day

by DudeManGuy

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Other, Pinkie Pie
Length: 3000

Pinkie relates her day to Donut Joe over a cup of coffee

It had been a long day for Pinkie Pie, and now she finally has somepony to talk to. Donut Joe, nice guy that he is, keeps his ears open for a filly in need of a friend.

Published 2012-08-13 11:04:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-13 11:04:01 UTC

And oh what a day it was...

Let Me Tell You About My Day

By: DudeManGuy

“One more coffee! And I want it black this time,” the cloaked mare demands. Donut Joe only sighs and fills another mug.

“Look girl, I don’t know who you are but I gotta close up soon. That’s your last cup,” he explains, wiping off the last glass in the sink. The dishes were done, the floor was swept, and the windows were clean. All that was left was to get rid of this nuisance.

“I get it Joe, I’ll be out of your mane soon,” she replies. The mug is emptied hurriedly into her stomach and she gets off her stool to leave. Three bits are left on the counter, and her hooves carry her slouched form towards the door.

Joe begins to feel bad. This mare, however mysterious, did look awful down about something. Her voice also rang with a familiarity that Joe just couldn’t shake off. “Hey, uh... I got another ten minutes before lock up. You wanna tell me what’s got you so down in the dumps?”

“You really wanna know?”

“That’s what I said, ain’t it?” he says with a smirk. This situation wasn’t what Joe was used to. This was the type of thing that happened in movies and books, not a little cafe on the corner. “Take a seat, tell Joe what’s up.”

“Alrighty, but it’s a doozy,” she begins as she removes the hood from over her head. No longer obscured from view, her puffy pink mane inflates. Suddenly it made sense; this was one of Twilight’s friends.

“Whoa whoa, I know you! Hey, you were the crazy one on the train!” Joe blurts, startled.

“Guilty as charged,” snarks a frowning Pinkie Pie. “Now, on to my story...”

COCKADOODLEDOO!

A rooster crows from the distant Sweet Apple Acres to bring each and every pony to life. Ponyville awakens to find another artificially perfect day. Birds begin to chirp, the clouds stir in the sky, and Daisy is the first to leave her house to open up a stand. Flowers blossom from the wooden cart as ponies file out of their homes to begin business.

One very sleepy pony stirs in her bed as she wishes to sleep for just another hour. Was that too much to ask? The bed creaks under her shifting weight as her eyes flutter open sleepily. Her vision catches the image of the calendar on her wall, and every bit of laze is ejected like a belligerent salt lick patron. With every tired bit dashed from her eyes to the walls, it took mere seconds for her to be out the door. Pinkie was out on the town, and it was a very important day.

“What’s got her so excited today?” asks Sparkler, standing at the local carrot stand.

“Don’t know, but it must be something good. Hey Pinkie!” Carrot Top waves with a wide smile, knowing that anything that makes Pinkie happy was something good.

“Hey Carrot Top! Looking good Sparkler!” Pinkie compliments on her way by. There was nothing that could possibly ruin her mood now, this day was too beautiful, and the occasion was too special.

“Hey, I said I only had ten minutes. How is this important?” Joe protests, stopping the story short.

“It’s important Joe, I wouldn’t waste your time,” she retorts, feeling a little put off.

“Fine fine, just keep talking. You were talking to the carrot vendor...”

“Pinkie, you’re here already? Didn’t you have something to do at home first?” Twilight questions, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Pinkie stood in the open doorway to the library beaming with delight.

“Oh, I did, but then I remembered what day it was and I couldn’t POSSIBLY wait another second. So I came right here!” she blurts, barely able to stand still for so long. She begins trotting in place as she hums a little ditty between smiling teeth. “Are any of the others here yet? I just can’t wait!”

“No, nopony’s here yet. Just you, me, and Spike.” Twilight blinks a few times to keep the allure of rest from her mind. The telltale sound of glass shattering and books falling resonates from the stairwell and Twilight fights the urge to slam both hooves into her face. “Scratch that, Rainbow Dash is here...”

The two walk into the library and head for the stairs. A lump of cyan tumbles down the stairs trailed by all the colors of the rainbow. Rainbow Dash rubs a hoof on her temple while trying to readjust her eyes.

“Ah, not one of my best entrances. Hey girls,” she muses. Giving a violent shake, she regains composure and stands to meet her host and fellow guest. “So, when’s this shindig starting? I can’t wait!”

Twilight sighs and looks over towards Spike, still sleeping in his basket. “Well, we can’t start until everypony is here, and Spike is awake.”

“Well wake his lazy flank up and let’s get a move on!” Rainbow demands.

“Sorry to remind you Rainbow, but the others still aren’t here. We’ll just have to wait. Maybe don’t get here so early next time?” Twilight reprimands. It was an early morning, even for her. Then again, this was old hat to her by now, it was more for her friends.

“Well I just can’t wait!” Pinkie Pie spouts, hopping around the room energetically. The sound of bickering comes from outside and the three fillies knew right away who it would be.

“Look, when the rooster crows, the day begins with or without you! It’s just a fact a life and you’re gonna have to except that.” Applejack scolds. It wasn’t clear at first who she was scolding, but they could all guess.

“I’m sorry Applejack, but SOME ponies like to get their beauty sleep. Celestia knows you could use some,” Rarity retorts. Everypony’s’ suspicions were confirmed, as the two new guests walk in. “Oh, good morning all, I wasn’t expecting to see everypony already here.”

“Ya see? You were just tryin’ to be lazy! Mornin’ girls.”

Rainbow yawns and looks around impatiently. “Yeah yeah, good morning. I have some good napping to do so let’s do this already.”

Twilight taps her hoof in irritation. “We can’t Dash. Not until everypony is here. And as you seem to have forgotten, Fluttershy isn’t here.”

“Yes she is silly! She’s right there!” Pinkie giggles as Fluttershy walks in through the door.

“I hope I’m not too early... I’d hate to impose,” Fluttershy apologizes.

“Nope! You’re not too early, and now we can finally start. Spike!” Twilight yells. Spike drags himself out of bed and looks up to meet the gazes of six ponies.

“Oh, hey girls,” he greets, scratching the spikes on his head. Then it dawns on him, this day was special. “Oh right! I’ll go get ready!”

Pinkie leaps into the air and nearly sticks to the ceiling. The excitement in the room was almost palpable, even though most of it was coming from Pinkie. The others yawn and stretch, as they aren’t quite as capable of shrugging off sleep deprivation.

A few moments pass as the girls all sit around a table. A few games of cards, a few bouts of idle gossip, and the blanket of exhaustion lifted as each minute passed. Finally the door to the kitchen opens. Spike emerges carrying plate stacked high with pancakes.

“Breakfast is served everypony!”

“You mean the big occasion was a dragon making you breakfast?” Joe whimpers, wishing that maybe this story would go somewhere interesting.

Pinkie runs her hoof around the rim of her empty mug, staring into the drop of coffee still on the bottom. “Yeah, that was it.”

“Well?” Joe leans on his hoof to keep from falling asleep. “Was it any good?”

“Meh.” Pinkie shrugs, indicating that it wasn’t bad, but it was nothing special. She lifts her mug and takes a long sip of coffee.

“Meh?” Joe slams his hoof into the counter and his eye twitches. “That was the big occasion and it was ‘Meh’? Not terrible, not amazing, just ‘Meh’?” He buries his face in his arms in frustration. Then something clicks. “Wait... How is your mug full again?”

“As I was saying!” Pinkie begins again. It was beginning to look like a long night.

Pinkie Pie walks through the streets of Ponyville, stomach full and hooves sticky with Syrup. It was a particularly good batch of syrup, first run according to Maplehoof. The festivities of the morning took up a good couple of hours, but then all of the six friends went their separate ways to begin their day.

Back at Sugar Cube Corner, Pinkie hums blissfully, stirring a bowl of cake batter with one hoof and separating eggs with the other. This weekend was particularly heavy on birthdays and seven cakes were being prepared for pick up. “That’s odd now that I think about it,” Pinkie thinks to herself. “There are only three birthdays this weekend!” She knew that for sure, being such close friends with everypony in town. Berry Punch comes on Friday, Thunderlane on Saturday, and of course Colgate was on Sunday. Was there somepony she was missing?

No, of course not. Absolutely nopony else was having a birthday. Perhaps there were other celebrations going on in town? But every celebration in town is run by Pinkie Pie. Either way, it wasn’t much to worry about. Pinkie goes on to mix and beat for the rest of the early morning. Noon was just around the corner, and with it would come a whole new adventure.

And so the next couple of hours pass quickly. Noon arrives on a silver platter, and oh what a noon it was. The sun was somewhere in the middle of the sky and everypony could see it. Yup, noon alright. Pinkie bursts through the front door of Sugar Cube Corner, ready to tackle the rest of the day. Step one: Get supplies.

The market was busy, but not unusually so. The shopping list clipped to Pinkie’s tail began with flour and sugar. Fortunately, these could both be purchased in one place. Once flour was gathered, next came sugar, and then eggs and carrots and all sorts of spices. Piling it all on her back was hard, but this Pie had a thick crust. Even though it was a weekly routine, Pinkie admits to herself that a little help would be nice. As luck would have it, who should show up but Rarity, the most deceivingly generous of her friends.

“Oh goodness Pinkie, there’s a bag of paprika tugging on your mane. Let me get that for you.” The bag is engulfed in blue and levitated over to the fashionable unicorn. A few other small things come with it, but nothing substantial.

“Thanks Rarity, I just need to get these groceries back to the Corner. Wanna walk with me?” Pinkie asks excitedly. Her smile was one that a pony did not simply refuse.

“But of course Pinkie Pie, I’d love to,” Rarity agrees, and the two walk down the road in the direction of Pinkie’s place of work. “Oh, and one other thing Pinkie?”

“What is it Rarity?” Pinkie opens her ears once again, eager to hear her friend’s request.

“Would you be able to come by the Boutique later this evening to help me with a dress?” Rarity bats her eyelashes pleadingly.

“Why wouldn’t I? Helping my friends is what I do best!”

“Oh wonderful! I have a client that I’m working for, and I need a pony to model the outfit for me,” she begins. “It’s a very playful sort of get up and I can’t think of any pony more suited to judge it on, what with your naturally inviting beauty and all.”

“Wow, thanks Rarity! I never thought of it like that before!” Pinkie beams. Compliments were something that she didn’t get often, or at least not ones like that.

“Don’t mention it darling, I figure that giving a smile back is the least I could do for you.” That was a sentiment that most of the ponies in Ponyville shared. Every one of them was grateful to the loving pink mare that made the town such a happy place to be. Pinkie’s gait is graced by a lively spring, which indicated just how wonderful she felt today. Absolutely nothing could go wrong.

“Are you almost finished? It’s starting to sound like you had a wonderful day, and it’s twenty minutes past closing. Either wrap it up or I’m gonna have to kick you out.”

Pinkie gives Joe a disapproving glare and takes another sip of her coffee. “You asked for the story, do you want to hear it or not?”

“Fine fine, just please finish soon. I’m getting tired,” Joe sighs. It was later than he would have liked to stay.

“This is a coffee shop Joe, you sell coffee,” Pinkie retorts in a very matter-of-fact way. “Moving on.”

“I can’t thank you enough for doing this Pinkie, it just seemed like all of our other friends were busy and I couldn’t possibly sell this dress without it being modeled first,” Rarity says through a mouthful of pins. Each pin is pulled out and woven into the fabric one by one.

Pinkie stands on the pedestal in Carousel Boutique wearing a very summery sort of outfit. It’s colored a pastel green and fringed down each arm. Ribbons adorn the flank with a large bow, creating a very playful style that fit Pinkie just right. Unfortunately though, this was not being made for Pinkie.

“I’m glad to help Rarity! And this get up is adorable! Who’s it for?” Pinkie asks, becoming curious about whose dress she was wearing.

“Oh, just a friend I met in Canterlot a few weeks ago.”

“Coolio! I hope she likes it,” Pinkie adds. It would be a shame for anypony to dislike a dress like this. It’s comfy, practical, cute as hay and summery to match the lovely season.

“Actually, I must deliver it to Canterlot tonight. The train should be leaving in an hour. Are you by any chance busy?” Rarity asks while looking for the dress order at her front desk.

“Not at all! I’m free like a bee!” Pinkie giggles at her childish rhyme.

“How would you like to accompany me to Canterlot? I just dread those long train rides by myself, and I’m sure going to the city with you would be quite fun,” she offers. Pinkie lifts off the ground in a long gasp, followed by a blur of pink which stops abruptly just behind Rarity.

“Would I ever! I love Canterlot, it’s so big and cool and all the ponies there are all fancy!” Pinkie yells. This day just keeps getting better and better.

“Good good, I just have to find this darned receipt and we can walk to the station.”

And so the next hour passed. Rarity had found her order slip relatively quickly, and the station wasn’t far. The two talked about small things, idle gossip from the town, and news from other cities. The train arrives on time to open its doors to Pinkie and Rarity, who step on together. The seats were warm from the hot summer sun peaking through the windows, but it was nice. The scenery rushes by while wheels grind on the tracks. The party host and the fashionista being the only two passengers, they spared little on the volume and jokes. The ride was short enough though, and it was over almost as quickly as it began.

“I need to go meet with my client Pinkie, but I’m sure I’ll be back soon enough. And since we’re in Canterlot, I brought you a little something,” Rarity begins, digging in her bag for a few seconds. She pulls out a long, elegant, and yet fun looking cloak. Using her magic, it’s quickly draped around Pinkie’s shoulders and fitted perfectly.

“Oh wow Rarity, it’s lovely! Thank you so much!” Pinkie thanks sincerely. Rarity was already gone however. The big city of Canterlot was daunting to say the least. For a pony so unused to it, finding your way around by yourself was a feat in itself. “I love it...”

It was getting dark, and still no sign of Rarity. A little cafe comes into view, and Pinkie makes her way towards it. She decides that this would be a good place to wait, either for Rarity to show up or to simply just give up and go home alone. The proprietor is gruff, sounds angry, and lacking in charm, but...

“Hey wait! That’s me!” Joe interrupts, feeling insulted. “And Rarity already came by here, you saw her! Why are you still upset?!”

Pinkie hops off of her stool and smiles. “Oh, I was never upset! I just wanted some coffee!” She begins trotting in the direction of the exit, leaving a dumbfounded Joe behind.

“Whoa whoa whoa. You mean there’s nothing wrong? You kept me here for an extra half hour for nothing?” Joe fumes, not liking to stay over time as it was.

“Oh, it wasn’t for nothing!” Pinkie laughs, pushing the door open with her nose. “I just wanted to tell somepony about my day.”

Joe’s mouth falls open as he stares into nothing. “I... What?”

“Nopony asked me about my day today. I just wanted to tell somepony!” Pinkie exclaims, the smile on her mouth growing impossibly wide. She rushes over once more to place a peck on Joe’s cheek. “Thanks for listening, Joe.” And with that she was gone.

Joe blushes slightly, looking out the door towards the slowly shrinking form of a friend. “Yeah... No problem I guess...”

Joe sits on his stool, trying to piece together everything that just happened. He approaches the door, key in hoof to lock up, as an amused smile slides across his face.

“Good night Pinkie Pie.”