I have started to refer to my love life as “negative love life.”
I’ve deleted my Ok Cupid profile and considering I make no effort otherwise to meet single humans I’m essentially entering my early spinsterdom.
But ever since this morning that’s all changed!
The Dunkin Donuts near my work has a small parking lot. This parking lot is normally nice and functional, except on Friday mornings, at 8 am.
On Friday mornings at 8 am this particular Dunkin Donuts receives its supply shipment from a huge truck. The huge truck can’t park on the street so it backs straight into the parking lot, effectively blocking both single lanes of parking on either side of the lot.
It is important to mention that this delivery is not made every Friday, and I’ve not yet been able to identify the pattern, assuming there is one. My lack of foresight leads to this occasionally:
That’s my car. Completely blocked into a parking spot by a giant truck.
On the occasion this picture was taken I happened to have 45 mins to kill before I had to get to work, a mere 5 minutes away. I didn’t really know what to do so I just got in my car and drank my coffee. I figured that whoever planned this schedule would certainly be foolish to plan this delivery for morning rush hour so it probably wouldn’t take more than 10 to 15 minutes.
Well. It took longer than that.
I was starting to put my make up on when I had a knock at my window.
It was the truck driver. He didn’t look like how you might imagine. He was probably only a few years older than me.
He asked me what I was doing and I told him.
“you gettin all dolled up in there!” he chuckled.
Which made me grouchy and embarrassed.
“lemme back the truck up so you can get out!” he offered.
And he did.
And I went to work.
Fast forward to this morning:
I was sitting in my car, having just pulled into the parking lot of the Dunkin Donuts. I was taking a moment to rub my sleepy eyes when I heard: “BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP” I knew I was screwed before I even turned my head around. There was the damn truck. I sighed. There seemed like there might be enough space for me to shimmy my car out if I did a 78 point turn so I shrugged my shoulders and began to walk into the Dunkins.
There he was, the truck driver, poking his head out his window and looking at me, his eyes questioning if he should bother getting out of the truck or if I was going to ask him to move the truck.
I just smiled and shook my head a little at him.
“hey! You’re smilin!” he said, laughing and smiling back.
“I dunno why you guys do it this way!” I called up to him, laughing.
“It isn’t a good idea!” I said I as I trudged my way toward my much needed iced coffee.
When I emerged I saw that the truck had moved. The truck driver had backed the truck like a snake around the side of the building and into the loading dock. There was just enough room for me to get my little Honda civic out.
He popped his body out of the cab of the truck and asked
“Is this better?!”
I shouted up to him “yes thank you!!”
“I did it just for you” he said, smiling a devil may care smile.
“I’m so impressed” I laughed, “I really appreciate it!”
Internet, I gotta say, and this might be a by product of my negative dating life, but this gesture felt oddly romantic. I began to think I might have some sort of small crush on the more attractive than average truck driver. With his twinkly eyes, scruffy facial hair, and slightly southern drawl.
But then he called out to me as I walked to my car:
“Besides, it’s not that big, you should be able to get it out!”His whole voice was winking.
“Oh,” I said immediately turning back on the sass, “I think I should be able to handle it.”
And just like that my romantic trucker wife dreams were dashed.
Negative status returned.