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My mom is obsessed with gummy bears.
My mother has recently decided she loves gummy bears more than anything else in the world, and she buys bags and bags of the particular brand she likes (Black Forest, if anyone is wondering).
Yesterday I was on a walk and I stopped by our nearest grocery store and was going to buy myself some chapstick and a snack, but realized I’d left my debit card at home. So I was walking home dejectedly without my snack and my mom calls.
“Hey, are you at Ridleys?”
“Uh, no, I just left to come back, why?”
“Oh. I was hoping you could pick me up some gummy bears.”
“Sorry, I left my card at home and couldn’t get myself anything either.”
“Darn. When do they close?“
“Eleven, I think. You can go get your own gummy bears.”
So my mom and me and my sisters all hopped in the car at like 10:30 and went to the grocery store just to buy gummy bears, and then drove around the countryside blasting 90′s rock and snacking on them.
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Barista Boy
My little brother (6) is an expert at making coffee in our Keurig. He refills the water from the fridge, stands on a stool to reach the pods in the cabinet, and knows exactly how my mom, dad, and grandfather like their coffee. He never mixes up orders and carries full mugs v-e-r-y carefully over the carpet in the living room.
They’ve started paying him a nickel for every cup of coffee he makes for them. He thinks he’s the richest 6-year-old on the planet (I helped him count it out - he has ~$6.50). and says he wants to be a barista when he grows up.
I‘ve been living out of state for college for the last couple years and am visiting for a few weeks during the summer. When I got here, he learned my coffee order right off the bat, and I gave him an entire dollar to fill my coffee needs over the next few weeks.
I promise you, you have never seen a happier little boy in your life.
Also, he keeps coming up to me and handing me coins “to help me pay for college”. He put six pennies in my hand while I was asleep so I wouldn’t forget about it and i woke up with a handful of coins going what? He asked me how much college cost and I said “a lot” and he genuinely thinks he’s helping so I don’t protest.
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Wholesome quarantine story
I live close to a Dutch Bros and I’ve been walking to get coffee before I take the bus to work. But a few weeks ago, my state closed the walk-up window (I didn’t know this) so I went up to the window and there was a sign that said something to the effect of, “Walk-up closed, come around the other side!”
With a smiley face because that’s the Mafia way.
So I toodled around the other side and got in line with a truck in front of me and a lady in a minivan behind me. I’m just standing there pretending I’m a vehicle and the lady behind me rolls down her window. Uh-oh. She’s gonnna get mad at me for standing in the drive-thru or something (I was wearing a mask, for anyone interested).
Her: “There’s a window on the other side.”
Me: “I know, they closed it. The sign said to get in this line.”
Her: “That’s just stupid. This whole Covid thing is so crazy. They go and close the walk-up so it’s extra trouble to get your coffee.”
Me: “Well, I don’t get why they close one but not the other if we’re all wearing masks.”
Her: “That’s what I think! But you gotta do what you gotta do, even if it does mean closing the walkup. Sucks for you though.”
Me: Yep, definitely does. At least they didn’t close it completely so I couldn’t get my coffee.”
Her: “That’s definitely a plus! Have a good rest of your day!”
Then the truck in front of me pulled away and I walked up and ordered at the window. Then I stood to the side while I was waiting for them to make my drink and waved at the lady as she drove up to get hers.
#wholesomequarantinestory#dutchbros#pretending i'm a vehicle#why do they close some things but not others#shouldn't consistency be key
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