I see you a few times a week, albeit through the drive up window but we still have our thrice weekly date nights. I attempt to dazzle you with Spanglish and you smile. You always smile, I can never tell if this is truly a warm greeting or its a defense mechanism that you have to hide your tenuous hold on the English language. Either way, I’m ok with this.
I always order the same thing and you always ask me to repeat my self. I re-order in Spanish and wonder why I hadn’t ordered in Spanish to start with. I make a mental note to do this next time. I have made the same note many times and then forget the very next time that I drive through, I guess it is a process.
I pull up to the drive through window and open it and the smell is glorious. You stand there surrounded by the smell of deep-fried, well everything and the sound of the grill spitting and hissing. You lean over to take my change and as you do I can just smell your hair and it is breath-taking! Never before had I thought that the cross between Herbal Essence, bacon and chorizzo would elicit such a response, but my heart races non the less.
You return a few seconds later to give me my change and as you did you cupped my hand with your left hand and passed me the change with you right.
I see what you did there! You are a sly boots indeed.
You give me a single finger pointed upwards to tell me you and my order shall return in one minute. Dont you worry, I would wait at least cinco minutos for you, or my food, but for both?
I digress.
You return, paper bag in hand, 5 napkins and the food prepared as I like. I told you months ago that I like the quesadillas a little crispy, I never had to mention it again.
You have never failed me.
I look in the bag, more out of habit than the questioning of your order-taking skills. 6 red salsas, not the usual 3 you give to the other monkeys, 6! These are cold, you stored them in the fridge for me, the other patrons get a handful out of the room temperature container you keep on the counter.
Just wanted to let you know that the message was received.
Game on!
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I am definitely going to visit your site again! (i already bookmarked it haha) I see you have a lot of positive feedback, so count me in as one of your fans 
TY for the kind words. I am a little put off by the way you brazenly throw yourself at me.
I’m jealous.
I think itll be a green card arrangement.
Bolth?
@Steve, ty for pointing that out to me, fixed it.
What time does she get off work? I’ll tell you what time. Sexy time.
True dat!
i love this little story and i thought i would let you know
TY
My drive-thru sweetie works at Dunkin Donuts. Every day she tells me as she hands me my coffee that she just made the best coffee ever just for me.
Does she have birthing hips?
You meant hair not hare.
I will refer you to the About section for further edification.
When I was single, I lived in NC for a year. I had a hour long commute. One morning I stopped at Hardees for breakfast and the voice at the drive through was amazing. This smooth talking, low voiced southern man took my order and then said, “Come around, Darlin’.”
Do you know I went back to that freaking Hardees every morning for a year? And I never saw the guy, just heard the voice. But I imagine him, I still do after 13 years!
I asked my husband to call me Darlin’ once, but he added the g and didn’t sling it out low and soft like that, so I just let it die.
Man. Is it warm in here?
awww, that’s sweet