Yesterday morning I wake up. I get dressed in a semi-hip outfit beause I am almost my pre-pregnancy size. I put on MAKE-UP.
N and I get ready to run errands while E is in preschool. We pick up shoes for a wedding that I’m in. We get her a sippy cup that I forgot to bring. We have the checks to deposit. And I get to go to one of my favorite restaurants, Pita Palace. YUM.
I walk in feeling good and accomplished. High-fiving myself.
And the kid (maybe 20 years old) behind the counter says: Hi again. (I really like pitas. And falafel.)
I say: Hi.
I go ahead and order. And he asks: Is it to go?
I reply: No but can I have a to-go bag because y’all (I like to throw down a little southern here and there) don’t have high chairs so I’m not sure how long the little one will last.
He rings up my order and say: I’m going downtown tonight
And I think: OMG HE IS ABOUT TO ASK ME OUT. I’M A DECADE OLDER THAN HIM AND I’VE BEEN HERE WITH MY HUSBAND. THIS IS SO AWKWARD. AND I’M NEVER GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET PITAS AGAIN. ACK.
He continues: and I’ll try to bring a high chair back from our downtown location.
And I say much too brightly: THANK YOU.
And then I settled down to eat my humble pita. With a side of real life.