Winston Strikes Again!

Hi, Everybody!

 

I trust that you all had a wonderfully fantastic Saturday—I know I did!

Do y’all remember a blog post from a couple of weeks ago about a guy I met named Winston? Well, check this out: I had another encounter with him today.

This afternoon, my mom decided that she and I should go out and celebrate our Mother & Daughter relationship, considering that I’m home from college. First, we had breakfast at IHOP, and then we went to the mall and did a little shopping, and later we took a little trip to Manhattan Beach and just walked around for a while. Around four o’clock or so, we got a little hungry, so I told her about a sandwich shop that I frequent every now and again… and yes, I told her that the sandwiches are the bomb-diggity!

Well, as soon as we walked inside—lo and behold—it was Winston!

Now, call it a woman’s intuition, but I saw how his face lit up when he saw me; it was as if he had been expecting me or something. Case in point: When it was my turn to order, Winston smiled at me and said, “Hello, Stranger—long time no see. Lemme guess: Your usual with bacon, avocado, ranch dressing, and Swiss cheese.”

“Why, yes—that’s correct!” I said, shocked. “How’d you know?”

Winston chuckled, then he said, “Well, there are only three sandwiches that you order, and they all depend on your mood—the barbecue roast beef sandwich, the Caesar chicken sandwich, and the turkey club sub. And judging by the look on your lovely mother’s face, I can tell that she’s interested in the barbecue roast beef sandwich.”

My mom and I looked at each other, totally impressed at what we heard. My mom then took out a five dollar bill and said, “Young man, you didn’t have to work so hard to earn a tip—I would’ve given you one anyway.”

Winston grinned kinda sheepishly and thanked my mom, then he finished making our sandwiches and rang up our order, which I paid for.

Now, here’s the funny part: Mom and I had just sat down and said our grace, and I noticed that there were three peanut butter cookies in our meal. I knew that Mom had ordered one chocolate chip walnut cookie, and I ordered one white chocolate macadamia nut cookie, so why did we have three peanut butter cookies? Well, I went up to Winston and was about to correct the error, but Winston said, “Don’t worry about it—they’re on me. Besides, I know how much you like peanut butter.”

All I could say was: “Awwwwwwww—thank you! That’s really sweet.”

Y’all know that my mom teased me mercilessly about Winston being my crush—matter of fact, my mom said something about Winston using the right kinda bait to hook me. I simply laughed off my mom’s comments…

But y’all do know that I’m gonna go back and holla at Winston sometime this week, right? Hahahahaha!


Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha