Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Lightning Strike-- Or Not?

My hands were wrapped tightly around the paper cup filled with hot coffee.  The coffee being the only source of heat at that moment, I reluctantly let go with my left hand to quickly grab the dollars bills being handed to me out of the drive through window.  The warmth from the coffee cup on my hand was turning into a distant memory.  Just as soon as the money was within my grasp, the cashier pulled it back and grinned at me sheepishly.  He began to flip and turn the bills while also smoothing them and then handed them back, in a perfect stack.

"I couldn't hand them to you wrinkled and with the Presidents facing opposite directions.  Sorry, it's a quirk."

For a split second I entertained the idea that this was the lightning strike from God.  The lightning strike that meant this guy was The One.  Fortunately, I quickly realized that I was not attracted to this cashier at all. The only connection between us was the possiblity of my receiving a discount at Starbucks, that he was supplying me with a much needed legal, addictive stimulant, and that we share a quirk--arranging money.  His nerdy glasses were sort of awesome too, but I have a known and strange obsession with glasses which is often confused with attraction to the person wearing them, and is almost never the case.

Once the caffeine passed my lips and absorbed into my system, rationality returned. 

Moral of the story:  Don't allow yourself to think before consuming at least one cup of coffee.

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