The Honey and I go and drop her car off at the butt crack of dawn for oil change, etc. I offer to have breakfast with her. This is a rare occasion. I loathe mornings. Catch me at 10.
We go to Black Bear Diner. I have this amazing egg scramble something or other with avocado, spinach, peppers, and onion. Pass the tic-tacs. She always gets the pancakes.
We're checking out, and she has one box of leftovers but wants something from the dessert case. The lovely cashier asks if we'd like a bag.
WE would.
Honey says "no" at the same time.
I ask who will be carrying, and she says we'll take a bag. 🤨
That's what I thought.
And I make some remark about carrying the bag whilst the Honey does something.
The cashier looks at me and says she's never heard anyone use the actual word "whilst" in a sentence.
I don't have time to describe the multiplicity of my oddities, but the Honey chimes in that I'm a writer.
😊
This woman is a reader. A fantasy reader. 🥳
She asks for my name; I give her my card.
She said, "Are you my girl?"
And I respond, "I might be."
We grin at each other. 💖
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