The last straw . . . to my heart!

I have an admirer.  I am being wooed on a daily basis.  I see him almost every day and he gives me what I so desperately need.  He satisfies my cravings and soothes the beast within.  He gives me the ability to face the day.  He provides me with the fix that I need before I can function every morning.  He is . . . the drive-thru guy at my Dunkin Donuts.

Not only does he provide me with my much needed caffeine fix every morning on my way to work, but I think he may be a bit sweet on me.  It started a few weeks ago.  I always order the same thing.  Since I go there every day, the woman who takes my order through the speaker tends to stop me before I even finish, saying “yeah, I got it,” because she knows what I am going say.  It is the same thing I say each and every day.  I am a regular.  I am Norm. 

In addition to getting the same thing every day, I also always ask for a big straw at the drive thru window.  Since I usually order a small latte, if I don’t ask for a big straw, I will get a puny little straw.  It is their policy to give out little straws with small drink purchases, apparently.  So, if I want a large straw, I will have to ask.  And so began our love affair . . . .

After a few days of me asking this particular drive-thru guy for a big straw for my drink, and him sheepishly saying, “oh, yeah, I forgot,” he apparently decided he would remedy this situation by giving me multiple big straws.  He started giving me 2 at a time.  Ok, I thought, it’s always good to have an extra 1 or 2 in the car I guess.  That’s cool.

Then came the day when I knew he was truly smitten.  He gave me my drink with a big straw.  Then, as he returned my credit card to me, he handed me another straw.  I told him that he had already given me a straw, and to this he replied:  “this one’s for tomorrow.”  Ok, I said, smiling.  Then he grabbed another straw and handed it to me, saying:  “this one’s for yesterday.”  Laughing, I said thanks and then drove away, knowing that I had just experienced a moment.  Possibly the one we would tell our grandkids about.

In the next few days of our encounters, he was sure to hand me multiple straws, sometimes 3, as many as even 4 at a time.  Each straw a profession of his love to me.  I mean, anyone can buy flowers for somebody they are sweet on, but multiple straws is a true sign of affection.

I don’t know his name.  But what do names matter when it comes to true love?  I am married.  Who cares when the heart wants what it wants?  I have children.  I’m sure our strong bond over straws and coffee can weather any baggage we might bring to this new relationship. 

I mean, after all, who can resist the beauty of this:

A beautiful bouquet of Love

I will keep everyone informed of our future wedding plans. Although, I’m sure the one thing we won’t have to discuss is the bouquets.  As you can tell, they are going to be spectacular.

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12 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. thoughtsappear
    Sep 06, 2011 @ 10:52:03

    Wait, wait, wait…your name is Norm? I thought it was Misty.

    Mmmm…donuts….

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  2. Paula @ thewilyweez
    Sep 06, 2011 @ 13:53:54

    That’s quite the bouquet you have there…I think I need to find myself a drive-thru man but I want to be showered with mini condiment packets. Preferably Mayonnaise and spicy brown mustard…

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  3. Tattoo My Heart
    Sep 06, 2011 @ 18:11:17

    Just think of all the money you’ll save on wedding decorations! Straw bouquets, yes, but DnD donut boxes would be shredded fr confetti to throw as you eave the church, Styrofoam cups tied to the back of the car, “Just Marrid” written on the windshield in jelly, those pink sheets that line the donut trays stitched together with napkins to make tablecloths and matching drapes, a box of munchkins and a Box of Joe for favors…really, that theme could be awesome!

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  4. hoodyhoo
    Sep 07, 2011 @ 07:49:21

    I’m mad now, my drive-thru guy acts like it’s coming out of his paycheck when I ask for taco sauce…

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  5. The Good Greatsby
    Sep 07, 2011 @ 10:53:55

    Are you saying all those straws they’ve been giving me at Dunkin’ Donuts was an attempt at flirting?

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    • mistyslaws
      Sep 07, 2011 @ 11:38:42

      Wait! Has he been giving YOU extra straws, too??? That cad! I thought we were soulmates. Alas, I guess I’ll just have to go back to my husband now . . . oh the humanity!

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  6. Jen
    Sep 07, 2011 @ 14:33:50

    Pfft! That’s nothing; my Starbucks guy gave me TWO packets of Equal today! Sure, I had to give him a hand-job for it, but it was a fair trade indeed for some quality artificial sweetener.

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