Incoherent Babble

I went to Cracker Barrel with my mom for lunch today. Yeah, I know it’s lame, but really, how can I pass up a free lunch, much less one there? Besides, it’s a good opportunity for us to talk about work and such without risking getting in trouble for bashing people.

After lunch, I came back, grabbed Matt, and we went to get coffee. While at Liquid Highway, cutie was working the register, and as she handed us the drinks, I asked her when she got engaged. She said it would be a month ago in two more days, but they wouldn’t actually get married for another year. I made a side remark that there was still time, and we all laughed as Matt and I left.

So am I really wrong for secretly hoping that their engagement won’t work out? Is that so horrible of me? I mean, it’s not like I really know either of them, nor that I’d actually go out of my way to intentionally sabotage their relationship, but merely that I wish I could have slid into the picture a few months or a year ago instead.

You know, I went out to lunch with my mom and her assistant manager the other day too. We went through Liquid Highway so I could get coffee afterwards, and again cutie was working the register. As we pulled away, she saw me through the open back window and said to have a good weekend. My mom and her friend both said that I should start asking these girls out. That’s when I told them that she was already engaged. My mom’s friend surprised us both by telling us that it doesn’t really mean anything.

Apparently, she was engaged to a soldier who’d been deployed in Vietnam when she first met the man that is now her husband. She says that as soon as she saw his blue eyes and those rolled up sleeves, she knew he was the one and pulled off her engagement ring.

So this really got me thinking (fantasizing really seems like such a derogatory and perverted word, doesn’t it?). Oh, the possibilities, but who was I kidding? The chances of me finding any way to see her away from Liquid Highway in the 2 minute span we’re at the window are virtually zilch.

Ahh, but it is nice to dream, isn’t it?