Monday, May 16, 2011
sometimes it's just a late run to wal-mart. the new one a few towns away. with the dog in the backseat and the windows rolled down, iron and wine on the radio. holding hands at red lights.
and sometimes you stumble upon a dunkin donuts. right before closing. and the tired teenager behind the counter asks, nay begs, you to please take one of each donut. because it's nearing eleven and they're just going to throw them out anyway. she stuffs them all in your brown paper bag and only charges you for your two small coffees.
and all of a sudden, this date night turns around. and from the fluorescent lights bouncing off the mopped tile floors to the empty shop ringing with silence and closing time, something begins to come alive. and the date becomes, yes, a little more magical.