About three weeks ago, Max and I were in the car on our way to Braum's for an ice cream cone. On the way there, I happened to mention how a colleague of mine was bragging that she never had to buy her own drink in college, pretty girl that she was. With that conversation fresh on our minds, we ordered our cones from the man behind the counter.
Max ordered first. As the man was serving his ice cream, I noticed a bit of an effeminite vibe to him.
Then I ordered. I was sadly disappointed that I only got about HALF of the amount he gave Max. Either he was gay, or I wasn't pretty. So I decided he was gay. I shot him and Max dirty looks as I ate my pitiful little ice cream cone.
Fast forward to this past Sunday. I had been bugging Max all weekend about the pumpkin donuts from Dunkin' Donuts and just how awesome they were. So when we passed a Dunkin' Donuts on the way home from church on Sunday, I convinced him to stop.
I ordered a pumpkin donut from the young man behind the counter. Max ordered chocolate creme. We paid for our purchase.
But just as we were about to leave, I noticed that there were GINGERBREAD donuts on the rack. And sometimes I have issues censoring myself, so I blurted out: (with a noticeable tinge of excitement and urgency)
"GINGERBREAD DONUTS!!! I didn't know you made those!!"
The young man behind the counter asked if I wanted to try one.
"Oh, but... we already paid," I said.
"That's okay." And then he slipped a free gingerbread donut into our bag.
And that gingerbread donut was delicious... and not just because it was free!
(Oh, and if you're wondering, I did share the free donut with Max. There's no sense ticking off the person who cooks your meals...)