The Coke Boy
As a teenager in the summer months, I spent most of my evenings and weekends waitressing at a local coffee shop. Pouring coffee, taking orders and clearing tables left very little for joyful amusements.
Untill on hot day in July. A new table came in and the boss seated them near the window seat in a booth. It was a middle aged couple with a younger blond fellow about my age. Cute blond fellow at that.
I went over to their table to take the order. "Two B.L.T.'s, a cheeseburger and two coffee." the older gentlemen requested. I left the table to put the order in to the kitchen when the young blond fellow stopped me. "Can I get a pitcher of coke," he asked. I smiled a devilish grin and replied, "Of course."
I hurried into the kitchen with my order filled two cups of coffee and quickly drew a picture of a can of Coke A Cola on a slip of white paper and hurried back out to their table to deliver it.
I placed the coffees in front of the couple and with a shy smile placed the picture I drew in front of the blond fellow.
Well, he picked up the picture and laughed, he laughted so hard he almost cried. And with that, he said,"This is the finest pitcher of Coke he every had."
They ate and left shortly after.
Later that evening around closing the phone rang, I answered the call. "Is this the waitress that serves up a fine pitcher of coke he asked."
"Yes," I replied.
And so he asked me out for dinner the next evening.
We went out a couple times that summer, he was staying in town with his aunt and uncle for a few weeks. He was eighteen, I was sixteen.
It was one of those teenage summer romances.
Time flew bye, and he would be leaving to go back to college that fall. It was our last evening out. I got off work at three in the afternoon and packed a picnic lunch. He came to the resturant to pick me up and I left my car parked there.
I was sad and hurt that he had to go. He lived in B.C. too far to really keep in touch. During the picnic I had a little emotional fit over my broken heart and stormed away to walk back to my car.
When I arrived to the resturant to pick up my car, there on the hood of my car was an empty can of Coke. Undernealth it was a note, it read.
I met you by a picture of Coke, so by a can of Coke I do depart.
May You always Remember,
May I never forget.
Signed The Coke Boy.
And that is a true romatic tale of Coke A Cola in the summer of 1990.
Untill on hot day in July. A new table came in and the boss seated them near the window seat in a booth. It was a middle aged couple with a younger blond fellow about my age. Cute blond fellow at that.
I went over to their table to take the order. "Two B.L.T.'s, a cheeseburger and two coffee." the older gentlemen requested. I left the table to put the order in to the kitchen when the young blond fellow stopped me. "Can I get a pitcher of coke," he asked. I smiled a devilish grin and replied, "Of course."
I hurried into the kitchen with my order filled two cups of coffee and quickly drew a picture of a can of Coke A Cola on a slip of white paper and hurried back out to their table to deliver it.
I placed the coffees in front of the couple and with a shy smile placed the picture I drew in front of the blond fellow.
Well, he picked up the picture and laughed, he laughted so hard he almost cried. And with that, he said,"This is the finest pitcher of Coke he every had."
They ate and left shortly after.
Later that evening around closing the phone rang, I answered the call. "Is this the waitress that serves up a fine pitcher of coke he asked."
"Yes," I replied.
And so he asked me out for dinner the next evening.
We went out a couple times that summer, he was staying in town with his aunt and uncle for a few weeks. He was eighteen, I was sixteen.
It was one of those teenage summer romances.
Time flew bye, and he would be leaving to go back to college that fall. It was our last evening out. I got off work at three in the afternoon and packed a picnic lunch. He came to the resturant to pick me up and I left my car parked there.
I was sad and hurt that he had to go. He lived in B.C. too far to really keep in touch. During the picnic I had a little emotional fit over my broken heart and stormed away to walk back to my car.
When I arrived to the resturant to pick up my car, there on the hood of my car was an empty can of Coke. Undernealth it was a note, it read.
I met you by a picture of Coke, so by a can of Coke I do depart.
May You always Remember,
May I never forget.
Signed The Coke Boy.
And that is a true romatic tale of Coke A Cola in the summer of 1990.
2 Comments:
Crystal, that is a beautiful touching story. Keep that one for both of your children as it is really a great one.
I loved everything about it.
Arlene
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Anonymous, at 8:09 PM
Funny how we hold on to these moments for years, but I can't remember where I was two days ago.
Glad you enjoyed it Arlene.
Crystal
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Anonymous, at 9:38 PM
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