/ WILTED SPINACH
French dip in hand, I found a man with a giant Barnes and Noble bag, his eyes glued to the Wimbledon tournament.
"Sir?" I offered as I slid the plate in front of him. He tore his eyes away from Novak Djokovic and they lit up in manly hunger.
"Thanks!" he responded. I smiled at him and turned away, when he stopped me. "Hey. You a chocolate person?"
"What?" I asked. "Um, yeah."
He reached into the Barnes and Noble bag and pulled out three Godiva chocolate bars. Fanning them out in front of me, he said, "Pick one."
Pick one! Was this some sort of joke? This was literally taking candy from a stranger, the number one no-no. "Really?"
"Yeah. I had like a $75 gift card to Barnes and Noble," he nodded toward the bulging bag. "Pick one."
I carefully selected the dark chocolate, raspberry filled bar. Wow, this double just got a lot better. "Thank you! I can't wait to share this with the rest of the staff."
He grinned at me and picked up the French dip, ready to dive in. "Enjoy."
"You too," I said, and returned to the main floor, sliding the Godiva in the pocket of my apron. And I didn't share it with anyone. I kept it all to myself, savoring it piece by piece in the locker room over the course of the dinner shift. Eh, sorry.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Taking candy from strangers