We’ve all been there: those gorgeous eyes, that smile that just about turns you into a puddle . . .
Oh. Just me, then?
Having a crush can always turn from a pebble of feelings to a boulder, or from a boulder down to a pebble. For my story, it was more like a pattern of hot flashes mixed with cups fulls of embarrassment.
That’s his name. I first laid eyes on him during one of my first overnight shifts at the local grocery store in Omaha. He smiled, and winked just like all the heartthrobs do in those cheesy John Hughes films. But this was not your typical run-of-the-mill-high-school-crush. No. Not. Even. Close.
Sure, Kenny was hot and wore that hideous polo shirt well, but this crush was more of a flame that reached the ceiling that got blown out. That being said, working overnights came with pretty odd perks; like having a cart stacked full of cigarette cartons in totes fall on you, causing you to fall through the emergency exit door. IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER! The best perk was having a supervisor like Kenny to help me out in my time of need.
Over time, like I said, this crush of mine became something more: a friendship. Or, at least one where we kept it strictly at work and with plenty of sarcasm and hilarity to go around. Kenny became a brother of sorts.
I once managed to lock myself in the dairy locker one night. There wasn’t a knob on the door, only a screw with a plate welded together that I needed to push through to unlock it. I didn’t have time for that. Being the sensible blonde I was, it took me ten minutes to realize I had my cell phone on me. I called the phone sitting at my register and Kenny picks it up. “Super Saver Millard. This is Kenny, How may I help you?”
“You have to promise not to laugh.” I told him.
“I promise. What’d you do? Lock yourself in?”
“Maybe. Can you come open the door?”
“Be right there.”
Ten minutes went by and I was still being refrigerated. I figured out the method to the madness and opened the door with delight. Sure enough, as soon as I turned to walk down aisle 10, there’s Kenny; he’s laughing.
“I told you not to laugh.”
“I’m sorry. You have to admit it was pretty funny.”
That it was. Kenny knew how to entertain my sarcasm and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it; even down to giving him shit about the fact that he refused to take off his worn ballcap. The crush faded as I got to know Kenny as a person, or at least the person he chose to be while at work. Of course now we’re not exactly friends because I quit that horrible job and I’m posting about having had this boulder-size crush on him during my stint as the overnight cashier.
Yeah, that possibly could be what ruined my chances.
Moral of my story?
People are meant to bypass us from time to time and certain ones leave footprints that turn into words on pages in a diary that we’ll keep so we can reminisce those memories. Thank you, Kenny, for giving me a lesson for life.
Amanda B Hansen