Monday, August 25, 2008

little piece of home abroad

My Grocery Store Hottie has been MIA for many weeks now - so many that he cannot possibly be merely ill or on vacation; it is evident he no longer works for Whole Foods [formerly Wild Oats, which was a far more appropriate name considering why I shopped there]. I have heaved grand sighs about this development (not to mention gone back to shopping the normal once a week, thus saving our family thousands of dollars in gas and random grocery purchases), and felt I had gotten over it.

But when in London, we stumbled across a little cafe off Carnaby Street where I could get a much-desired not-Starbucks coffee. When I went to place my order, I was struck by how much the barista reminded me of my long-lost grocery boy. He was jailbaitish on the young side, had rugged yet boyish looks (two healing black eyes - Edward Norton in Fight Club, anyone?), and most importantly, was absolutely indifferent to me. Even Stu was sympathetic and offered to take a picture of me with him in the background, but that felt particularly desperate and silly I said no thanks. And so all I have is this photo, along with my memory of our single bittersweet non-encounter. Because I swear I did not go back to that coffee shop again during our visit. I didn't even consider it. Really.

This cream-filled blueberry muffin proved a workable salve for my bruised ego.

photo by me @ Fair Grounds, London 2008

6 comments:

quitecontrary1977 said...

i wanted starbucks and mcdonald's and anything American when I was in England just out of homesickness and new found patriotism. had that feeling yet?

i am very mary said...

You are too f'in funny.

Tootsie Farklepants said...

Now that would be an expensive random trip.

The Doggy Did It said...

Girl you really need to bust out the camera phone and start showing us somethin!

LarryG said...

i'll refill my coffee to that - here's to a not SB coffee with a not Wild Oat's server... High times!

Oliver Rain said...

That muffin looks very soothing to a bruised soul. I regularly develop crushes on random service people and sometimes not so random. Someday, I must tell you about the medical student I totally crushed on when 9 months pregnant and oh so attractive.

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