There is this fellow that delivers all the room trays to my patients. He's yummy and we flirt. I have no idea what his name is, or when I will see him next. But today, he was there a bunch.
I asked him to bring some mashed potatoes and gravy up on his next run, for me. He laughed and said he would see what he could do. The more trays he brought, the less mashed potatoes and gravy I saw. So we teased some more and did all the silly immature elementary things you do when you flirt. Awesome.
Well, 8:30 rolls around and this time a girl brings the trays. She asks who Callie is and I say "That's me." Then, she hands me mashed potatoes and gravy.
This mystery boy paid for my mashed potatoes and gravy
and had them sent up to my floor.
Made me melty.
What a sweetheart.
Only downfall: he didn't leave his name or number. A smart dude would have written "Jake 801-555-5559" on the styrofoam cup. Duh.
3 comments:
The boy I saw? He opened a door for me. He is cute.
Aww. That is too freaking cute. You'll see him again, Callie love. And when you do, tell him that you owe him lunch.
Just to see how he reacts. ;-)
I could REALLY go for some mashed potates right now... :)
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