I text her (because teenagers answer texts far quicker than they do phone calls), and ask her to bring me home a Timmies. I don't have to remind her of what I take in it, she's done this for me a few times by now, she and apparently "others" know what I take in my coffee.
She gets to the drive thru........places my order........then gets to the window. The young man grins at her and says "this is for your Mom isn't it?", she replies "yes". He then leans forward and covers his headset so that only she can hear him. His grin gets cheekier and he says "tell her I spit in it". So of course on arriving home she fills me in on this episode and I burst out laughing.
It's kind of like when your a kid, and that nasty boy is always pulling your hair at school, and you run home in tears to tell your Mom and she says "you do realize that means he likes you!" So now, it's all okay, because really, that means he likes you and isn't that so much better than people not liking you?
What's a wee bit of spit, between friends? Thanks for the giggles you nasty boy!
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Funny!!
ReplyDeleteyeah but which is he flirting with you or your daughter???
I like it here.
Found my way from Tracies Space Sher. I'm surprised, yet pleased to see that you that you have at least written a little.
ReplyDeleteIt must make you feel pretty good knowing this young lad has 'a thing' for ya. Too comical.
Sendin a little spit yer way Hon. Will catch ya later.
Ciao Belle ...
Smiles 'n {{Hugs}}
Exactly, it's just a little spit. We exchange much worse when we are busy 'smooching'... :p. So, exactly how many times to you go to Timms for coffee? Do you have stocks?
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