My stomach is making hungry sounds that remind me of a hard drive processing something really complicated. I am munching on Cheerios from a zip-lock baggie like I haven’t done since my mom scattered cereal across my high-chair tray.
The SRMS ladies asked me to drive a back-to-school mailing over to the post-office and, after filling the bin to capacity, the clerk opened the bulk mail door and gave me a box for the rest.
“Just fill it up and ring the bell and there’s a guy back here who’ll come and get it.”
When I rang the bell, with the carton of envelopes on one hip, I don’t know who I expected this ‘guy’ to be. I was pleasantly surprised into a mild stutter when a tan, toned guy opened the window with a smile. Come and get it, indeed.
I know I have made claims that I am done grasping for cute significant other first meetings, but I just think that it would make a good story:
“I opened the bulk mail window and there she was, love at first sight…”
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