When you are going to Dunkin' Donuts for your morning coffee, there are three kinds of people you meet at the door. One is the guy that pretends not to see you and opens the door just for himself. Next is the guy that acknowledges that you are there, walks through first and pushes the door with an extra oomph so that I need not touch the door. And the third guy is the kind you want to marry. He acknowledges you with a smile, opens the door and gestures for you to go first. Ahh, now this is my kind of guy. Sacrifices his immediate caffeine needs to put mine, a total stranger first. This morning, I met up with the first guy. The door nearly slammed in my face. And he didn’t stop there with his spreading the love. He asked for coffee with cream and sugar and ice cubes. When the woman handed him his coffee he said, “Did you put the ice cubes in there?” “Yes.” She said. Then as if yes was not good enough, he repeated “the ice. Did you put the ice in there?” Now the guy in the background turned out of his donut packing as if to support his fellow worker. “Yes!”
And the guy walked away. But not before loosening his lid to be sure. At this moment the two workers and I had a moment. A moment where we were all thinking the same thing…I’d never marry that guy.