Today I was hugged by a man.
Brook and I were sitting at the surfboard table at our little coffee shop and a 40-something male came in. He resembled a gray bear. As he inched his way in the door and came closer to the table, I slid off my chair to help him. I started toward the front counter and he stepped in my way, put his arm around me and proceeded to give me a good squeeze. It was awkward. It was really awkward. I glanced over my shoulder to look at Brook as I weaseled my way out of his hold, and found her chuckling to herself on the other side of the table.
I've never seen him before in my life. I think he needed a shower.
The rest of my experience with him was like nearly every other customer. He ordered. He paid. I made the drink. I gave him the drink. He said "thank you". He walked away.
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About Heather
I'm a wife, daughter, sister, teacher, friend, seamstress, reader, baker, chef, knitter, crocheter, writer, mother of Charlie the dog. I love the LORD and aspire to serve him in every facet of my life. I'm inspired by the rain, music and people who serve with every ounce of their being.
I love to write. And this is my humble little blog.
I love to write. And this is my humble little blog.
4 comments:
How funny!! Well, I warned you didn't I? You give the best hugs EVER (behind moms) and he probably sensed it. You probably made his year.
Can I have a hug right now?
It must be the table, Old Men LOVE it! ;)
Just to be more specific, my shoulders were shaking as I laughed at Heather, knowing she was undoubtedly absolutely uncomfortable. It made my day!
yeah that is sicko. I'm sorry for your loss!
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