UPDATE: The Donut Girl
I bumped in to a Facebook friend at Cumbies last week. After we exchanged pleasantries she asked me a question I’ve been asked about 15 times over the past month, “So what’s up with the donut girl?”
And I deserve to be asked. I realize I kind of left everyone hanging when I initially posted the story about a month ago.
Well, long story short, I found out she was young. I’m not talking jailbait, I’m taking in her early 20s
That kind of turned me off a bit. Only because it’s my belief that people in their early 20s have a TON of living to do. A lot of parties to go to, a lot of places to travel, a lot of random people to hook up with. And, the last thing a cute 20 something girl needed was a 33 year old reporter who lived alone with his dog. That’s what I convinced myself anyway. And hey, it was an easy out. An easy way to avoid asking her out and an easy way to avoid rejection.
Granted the few people I told this information too were not very sympathetic. They told me it was a lame excuse and I should still just go for it. Alas, my mind was made up and I pretty much put The Donut Girl out of my mind.
On top of that the DD where she worked was starting renovations and closed for a week. I started getting my coffee elsewhere and the cute girl I knew from the donut shop was turning into a nice little memory that I blogged about once upon a time.
Fast forward to today (Sunday)…..
I went to Apple House Quik Mart on the top of East Main. Yes, it’s kind of out of my way but I needed gas and I was up to 30 cents off with my Price Chopper Advantage Discount.
After I payed for my fuel I took two steps from the cash register to the in-house Dunkin Donuts. And, of course, there she was.
The Donut girl was working the drive up window. She glanced over and saw me at the cash register. A huge smile crossed her face, my knees got weak and my heart skipped a beat.
“Walter!,” she said, sounding more excited to see me than I prolly deserved.
She glanced out the drive thru window, seemingly checking for a line. Then, even though there was two other employees working the floor, she left her position and came over to wait on me.
She had changed her hair. It was darker. I wanted to say something but I thought that might seem weird, so I simply ordered my coffee.
She accidentally grabbed a bit of my finger as I handed over my money and I swear i got hit by lightning. That may sound odd but that’s really what i felt like. It was fast it only lasted a second but it was definitely noticeable.
She seemed flustered as she counted back my change. She messed up the amount. I jumped in for the save. “Just give me $3 and keep the coins,” I said.
She smiled awkwardly and turned red. I stuffed the money into my pocket, thanked her by name and bolted out of the apple house.
I felt a bit foolish, like I had made an ass out of myself but didn’t know why. Maybe she sensed I was uncomfortable and that, in turn, made her feel odd.
Eh, who knows. All I know for sure is that come tomorrow morning I will once again be driving out of my way for coffee.
Ugh….help.
“To thee open arms of the sea….”
