The other morning I happened to stop by my local Dunkin Donuts for a wake up wrap (don’t judge, I like a good wake up wrap and I had no food in the house!). I was happy, jaunty even… strolling in with my new-to-me skinny cords, wavy hair and fresh from vacay glow when I took notice of the tall dude at the end of the line.
My eyes narrowed. Is that….???
I did a double take and looked away.. there’s no way that’s Southern Boy*. I took in his appearance, the work boots, the way he stood. He was wearing a hat.
Crap.. this is directly around the corner from his work. Double crap, he’s starting to look around.
I look away nervously and do a quick self-assessment. Please don’t say anything to me.
I feel awkward. Really awkward. Things had ended weird and I do NOT want to make any contact. AT ALL.
He orders. I hear his voice. Oh it’s definitely him and also, not as healthy as you made yourself out to be with the 2 Boston Cremes buddy.
He pays and before he can move away from the register, “Can I help you, Mam?”
I walk up quickly, swing my hair to the right (to cover my face, I guess.) and place my order. Please don’t talk to me!
He turns and looks at me, I can feel it.
I look straight at the cashier, smile and pay for my order.
Before I can walk to the end of the counter to pick up my wrap, he’s gone.
I sigh with relief. Maybe he felt awkward as well.
*I owe you the explaination of what happened with Southern Boy.. it’s coming but as my ego was a little bruised with that one, it’s taken longer than expected to write. I’ll link it up soon.