NEW--Surprises!
Oh my gosh--Today was a kickin' day!
Surprises!
I was supposed to go do a service project with my singles ward this morning--but my ride never showed up--
so--
I went to the open-air market of Grants Pass with my grandparents.
This place sells food, flowers, soaps, clothing, etc. etc.
Very neat--good memories associated with this.
And now, being a grown-up, I can walk the stalls without an escort!
First,
There was this totally rockin' tye-die shirt--it was teal with deep purple--done in a ying-yang format.
I had my eye on this--but the last time I wasn't able to get it (no $$)
SO--
This week I notice the guy has a "discount" rack up--
and WONDER of WONDERS--
The copy of the shirt I wanted, same size and everything, was on the discount rack--last fall's edition that was a tinsy-bit faded on the shoulders from the sun in a little line--
and instead of paying $18 -- I paid $8 for a totally kickin' shirt!
NEXT!
Grandma had bought these really spicy pork tamales from the Spanish vendors--and they left that spicy hot feeling in your mouth--
so I say "Grandma--I need to go to the Dutch Bro's!!"
Grandma: "WHAT?"
Me: "No--not for coffee--an Italian soda!!"
Meanwhile, I swap my shirt in the back of the car to put on my KICKIN TYE-DYE!
She grumbles a bit--but then they take me to the Dutch Brothers on the corner near the open-air market. They park, and let me walk over. Grandma thinks they'll try to secretly slip coffee in it to addict me...
And I go around to the walk-in window, and there are two people in front of me.
The main guy doing the orders sees me, the people in front, behind, and he keeps looking up. I figure it's to keep an eye on everybody in line. Nothing out of the ordinary.
And then, there is only one person in front of me. And the coffee-maker guy is this young dude, kinda college-looking. I really wasn't paying attention--this was the coffee maker-person!
And it is now CLEAR that I am the one he was looking at! He keeps looking up at me, from behind the person in front.
I finally get up there. And I say:
Me: “Do you have a flavor list?” (cause I had been looking, and I didn’t see one.)
Him: “Uh-you mean for the, uh, flavor, uh, syrups?”
Me: “Mmm-hmm. Like for, white-chocolate-coconut.”
Him: “Oh-for an Italian soda? I’ve never done that one before. Well-let’s see, I’ll read them off for you-starting off…”
And he then starts to read off the syrup flavors, from the shelf up above. Either he wasn’t listening, or he was really nervous.
“We have strawberry, raspberry, watermelon, all the berries! Blackberry, hazelnut-.”
At this point, the girl at the drive-up window cuts him off; “Hazelnut isn’t a berry you retard!”
“I KNOW-let’s see, strawberry, raspberry..” He begins to rename them-AGAIN.
Dude, he WAS nervous! And just a few people ahead he was pouring, swishing and mixing like a pro. I butt in:
“How about we just get a white-chocolate hazelnut, to make it easier?” I asked-a little puzzled. (I hadn’t figured him out yet, why he was acting so odd)
Him: “Naw-naw-I got it, strawberry, hazelnut--,”
Girl: “HAZELNUT is NOT a berry you dork!”
Him: “I KNOW! Um-white-chocolate-coconut you said?”
I nod, good-naturedly. At this point-I am smiling-but that’s because I am almost laughing at him.
He goes about mixing the drink-so, I lean into the window, put my arms on the counter inside, and I finish my request:
“Oh-yeah, and I wanted the cream inside it-with whip cream on top, and little ice.”
“Okay” he says, and pulls a sparkling water out of the fridge and wacks it’s top on the counter-a little startling, because it was loud, and right in front of me.
At this, he pauses for a second with his head to acknowledge me, but his hands fly without looking at them.
At this point I wonder if I have been too picky-because he disappears into the back, into the nether regions of the Dutch Bro’s.
I see the drive-up girl’s nails-which are gorgeous, and I ask her about where she had them done.
Girl: “Oh-I had them done at Oasis! Over on Pete Street!”
At this point, the guy returns, and he is pulling out a large cup.
*Gosh* I think, *I forgot how big the Italian soda cups are!*
He is filling something out of the fountain into a cup with amber liquid-but I’ve never seen anyone do that to an Italian soda before-naturally I assume it’s not mine-till he says:
“This will be the best you’ve ever tasted! Okay?”
He pours the now-full amber liquid cup into the Italian soda cup filled with ice-pouring slowly.
“I have to do this, see, because the ice and the carbonation-very volatile-it could explode right in my face!”
Clearly he is joking-but for a half-second I believe him-because he is so serious!
And then he squirts a wimpy quarter-sized splotch of whip cream from his can-and begins to put the lid on. I object.
“Hey now, wait a minute-that is s wimpy serving of whip cream!”
He pauses-looking totally amused. “Well then!” he says. And grabs the whip cream can, and coils it around in the cup. I am now satisfied.
“Okay then!” I say.
He then grabs the whip cream AGAIN-and gives the cup ANOTHER squirt!
I laughed. He grinned.
He then grabs a lid-but then as he begins to put it on, the cup is now TOO FULL-and some of it trickles out the cup and down the side.
The drive-up girl freaks. “EW! Now you’re getting it all down the side!”
He says: “Oh shush-why didn’t you WARN me-about a DEFECTIVE lid? It’s all your fault.” He grins, and wipes the cup side with a cloth.
I am totally fine-a little slip never hurt anybody-and so I am pulling out $2, to pay-(not like I would do anything dumb-like make him give me another!)
He says, “Here you go. It’s free.”
Me: “What?”
Him: “No really-it’s free today.”
Me: “Are you serious?”
Him: “Yes. Free Saturday.”
Me: “Are you-sure?” (heck yes I’m suspicious!)
Him: “Yes. I’m buying it FOR you.”
Me: “Are you-kidding?”
Him: “Yes, I am, it’s not free. Take it. But if you try to pay for it-I’ll charge you extra!”
Me: *confused* “Oh-okay….” And I put my money away, and he pops a straw in. I pull the drink off, and say:
“Wow!”
He says: “Taste it!”
I take a sip-now I’m freaked he DID something to it.
But it tastes PERFECT. He really did make the best one I’ve ever had.
I smile. “It’s good!…..Thanks!”
He smiles really big at me. “Yep-it’s free. Cause it’s your birthday!”
And at this he winks at me, as I walk away,
and he smiles, leaning towards the window.
And I can barely believe it-the Dutch-bro’s guy gave me a free drink cause he thought I was cute!!
I’ve been on that high all day.
Surprises!
I was supposed to go do a service project with my singles ward this morning--but my ride never showed up--
so--
I went to the open-air market of Grants Pass with my grandparents.
This place sells food, flowers, soaps, clothing, etc. etc.
Very neat--good memories associated with this.
And now, being a grown-up, I can walk the stalls without an escort!
First,
There was this totally rockin' tye-die shirt--it was teal with deep purple--done in a ying-yang format.
I had my eye on this--but the last time I wasn't able to get it (no $$)
SO--
This week I notice the guy has a "discount" rack up--
and WONDER of WONDERS--
The copy of the shirt I wanted, same size and everything, was on the discount rack--last fall's edition that was a tinsy-bit faded on the shoulders from the sun in a little line--
and instead of paying $18 -- I paid $8 for a totally kickin' shirt!
NEXT!
Grandma had bought these really spicy pork tamales from the Spanish vendors--and they left that spicy hot feeling in your mouth--
so I say "Grandma--I need to go to the Dutch Bro's!!"
Grandma: "WHAT?"
Me: "No--not for coffee--an Italian soda!!"
Meanwhile, I swap my shirt in the back of the car to put on my KICKIN TYE-DYE!
She grumbles a bit--but then they take me to the Dutch Brothers on the corner near the open-air market. They park, and let me walk over. Grandma thinks they'll try to secretly slip coffee in it to addict me...
And I go around to the walk-in window, and there are two people in front of me.
The main guy doing the orders sees me, the people in front, behind, and he keeps looking up. I figure it's to keep an eye on everybody in line. Nothing out of the ordinary.
And then, there is only one person in front of me. And the coffee-maker guy is this young dude, kinda college-looking. I really wasn't paying attention--this was the coffee maker-person!
And it is now CLEAR that I am the one he was looking at! He keeps looking up at me, from behind the person in front.
I finally get up there. And I say:
Me: “Do you have a flavor list?” (cause I had been looking, and I didn’t see one.)
Him: “Uh-you mean for the, uh, flavor, uh, syrups?”
Me: “Mmm-hmm. Like for, white-chocolate-coconut.”
Him: “Oh-for an Italian soda? I’ve never done that one before. Well-let’s see, I’ll read them off for you-starting off…”
And he then starts to read off the syrup flavors, from the shelf up above. Either he wasn’t listening, or he was really nervous.
“We have strawberry, raspberry, watermelon, all the berries! Blackberry, hazelnut-.”
At this point, the girl at the drive-up window cuts him off; “Hazelnut isn’t a berry you retard!”
“I KNOW-let’s see, strawberry, raspberry..” He begins to rename them-AGAIN.
Dude, he WAS nervous! And just a few people ahead he was pouring, swishing and mixing like a pro. I butt in:
“How about we just get a white-chocolate hazelnut, to make it easier?” I asked-a little puzzled. (I hadn’t figured him out yet, why he was acting so odd)
Him: “Naw-naw-I got it, strawberry, hazelnut--,”
Girl: “HAZELNUT is NOT a berry you dork!”
Him: “I KNOW! Um-white-chocolate-coconut you said?”
I nod, good-naturedly. At this point-I am smiling-but that’s because I am almost laughing at him.
He goes about mixing the drink-so, I lean into the window, put my arms on the counter inside, and I finish my request:
“Oh-yeah, and I wanted the cream inside it-with whip cream on top, and little ice.”
“Okay” he says, and pulls a sparkling water out of the fridge and wacks it’s top on the counter-a little startling, because it was loud, and right in front of me.
At this, he pauses for a second with his head to acknowledge me, but his hands fly without looking at them.
At this point I wonder if I have been too picky-because he disappears into the back, into the nether regions of the Dutch Bro’s.
I see the drive-up girl’s nails-which are gorgeous, and I ask her about where she had them done.
Girl: “Oh-I had them done at Oasis! Over on Pete Street!”
At this point, the guy returns, and he is pulling out a large cup.
*Gosh* I think, *I forgot how big the Italian soda cups are!*
He is filling something out of the fountain into a cup with amber liquid-but I’ve never seen anyone do that to an Italian soda before-naturally I assume it’s not mine-till he says:
“This will be the best you’ve ever tasted! Okay?”
He pours the now-full amber liquid cup into the Italian soda cup filled with ice-pouring slowly.
“I have to do this, see, because the ice and the carbonation-very volatile-it could explode right in my face!”
Clearly he is joking-but for a half-second I believe him-because he is so serious!
And then he squirts a wimpy quarter-sized splotch of whip cream from his can-and begins to put the lid on. I object.
“Hey now, wait a minute-that is s wimpy serving of whip cream!”
He pauses-looking totally amused. “Well then!” he says. And grabs the whip cream can, and coils it around in the cup. I am now satisfied.
“Okay then!” I say.
He then grabs the whip cream AGAIN-and gives the cup ANOTHER squirt!
I laughed. He grinned.
He then grabs a lid-but then as he begins to put it on, the cup is now TOO FULL-and some of it trickles out the cup and down the side.
The drive-up girl freaks. “EW! Now you’re getting it all down the side!”
He says: “Oh shush-why didn’t you WARN me-about a DEFECTIVE lid? It’s all your fault.” He grins, and wipes the cup side with a cloth.
I am totally fine-a little slip never hurt anybody-and so I am pulling out $2, to pay-(not like I would do anything dumb-like make him give me another!)
He says, “Here you go. It’s free.”
Me: “What?”
Him: “No really-it’s free today.”
Me: “Are you serious?”
Him: “Yes. Free Saturday.”
Me: “Are you-sure?” (heck yes I’m suspicious!)
Him: “Yes. I’m buying it FOR you.”
Me: “Are you-kidding?”
Him: “Yes, I am, it’s not free. Take it. But if you try to pay for it-I’ll charge you extra!”
Me: *confused* “Oh-okay….” And I put my money away, and he pops a straw in. I pull the drink off, and say:
“Wow!”
He says: “Taste it!”
I take a sip-now I’m freaked he DID something to it.
But it tastes PERFECT. He really did make the best one I’ve ever had.
I smile. “It’s good!…..Thanks!”
He smiles really big at me. “Yep-it’s free. Cause it’s your birthday!”
And at this he winks at me, as I walk away,
and he smiles, leaning towards the window.
And I can barely believe it-the Dutch-bro’s guy gave me a free drink cause he thought I was cute!!
I’ve been on that high all day.