so, apparently i'm being wooed.

I thought I was safe after a week of not seeing the "Two Week" guy. It had been a whole week and I'd seen neither hide nor hair of the guy. I should learn never to assume on the part of a persistent guy. Today he shows back up. I could feel my limbs turn to lead. He comes up to the counter and I know it's too late to duck into the kitchen and pretend I'm not there. He flashes this big, hearty grin and says, "Hey Kaitlin! Princess Kaitlin. How are you today?"

....*smile* "I'm fine."

He shuffles around for a bit. "I was wondering if we could postpone our thing..."

"Your two week thing?"

"Yes. I was wondering if we could postpone it until after I get back from Atlanta."

"Okay...."

*stare* "Who does your eyebrows?"

O_o "My eyebrows? No one. I do them myself." Besides, they're naturally like that. Females everywhere, hate me!

"Really? That's hard to believe because that's a killer arch."

"Oh... thank you."

What? Seriously, who compliments a girl on the shape of her eyebrows? That goes right up there with "you have nice teeth" and "you'd do well on the club scene." Now I'm all self-conscious about my eyebrows.

"See you later, Princess Kaitlin!"

Princess? Hell no. I don't want to be anyone's princess. Leave the royalty to the Europeans. I'm pure American, baby! Great grandchild of coal miners and grandchild of a steel mill worker.

So, "Two Week" guy comes back up to the counter about 45 minutes later and I look at Stephanie and hiss, "You take him. I'm booking it!"

Stephanie is kind enough to try to side-track him as I grab a box that needs to be put away and make my speedy way to the kitchen. I get about half-way there when Stephanie turns around and says, "Kaitlin, someone would like to speak to you."

Damnations! I approach the counter with a growing feeling of dread. He's there with a stuffed yellow duck wearing a raincoat and making it dance. If this had been happening to anyone else it might be funny... even sweet. I get up there and he's like, "Well, I don't have anything to say but the duck does."

Oh really? "Does he?"

"Yes, he would like to give you this card." *offer up card* "And say that you're beautiful."

I take it. I don't really have much of a choice other than spurning the guy. It's a postcard with a young Elizabeth Taylor on the front in a black and white picture. Shall I post it, or shall I keep it private? It's rather sweet.

I glanced at your beautiful face and thought to myself there is not time like the present.

Your kind give men the spirit to dream big.

Your warm smile can feed the empty souls of those that have lost hope.

Your elegant walk can put any America's Next Top Model to shame.

Here's a poem for you.

Come to the Orchard in Spring!
There will be light, wine, and sweethearts in the pomegrante flowers
If you do not come these do not matter.
If you do not come these do not matter.
Only you! Special 'K'

Day One!

-Dennis

And so I finally learn his name.

Oh, something made me giggle and blush madly this morning. I only had about 6 customers between 9 and 10 this morning. One was an older gentleman (in his 40s or so). He had an accent and if I had to venture a guess I'd place him in the germanic area. Germany, Austria, Switzerland and the like. He comes in and orders a mocha and as I'm ringing him up he says, "Oh, and I'll have one of these... these stick things. What are they called? Biscotti?"

I laughed and said, "Oh, stick thing works just fine with me."

He smiled bashfully and muttered something about, "All this higher education and I have to call it a stick thing."

"That's okay."

So I take his money and give him his change and as I turn to make his drink, he turns back around, leans over the counter to get my attention and says, "You have a nice smile."

It was so cute! I wanted to squeeze him! Cute accent giving me compliments! Of course I had to smile, thank him, and blush madly. He also complimented my name when he first walked up.

Another customer complimented me on my name. He said it was pretty.