Morning Jolt

This morning, I was walking into the 7-Eleven by work to get my usual cup of coffee when I was met with an unsettling sight.

Parked directly in front of the store was a white mini-van with the incredibly comforting logo "AFTERMATH: Tragedy and Crime Scene Cleaning Service." Two men wearing those bright blue rubber gloves walked to and from the doorway, loading stuff into the van.

Obviously, something tragic or criminal had happened in my 7-Eleven. My immediate concern, of course, was whether they were still open, because I hate drinking the Flavia at work. But as I managed to get in the door and get my half cappucino/half ginseng energy coffee, my worries turned to Jose.

You will recognize Jose if you have followed from my old blog. Jose is the coffee guy at the store -- the one who works exclusively in the mornings, making sure all the coffees are full and fresh and wiping Splenda off the counter and putting more delicious powder in the machines. At my former 7-Eleven in my hometown of Point Pleasant, a miniature man who I think is Italian does it. Jose is the guy on the corner of Washington and Wells.

I usually deny accusations like this, but Jose is kind of in love with me. And let's face it: Jose is pretty much the most stable male relationship I have right now. I know exactly when I am going to see him next. He is always happy to see me. He gives me presents in the form of free coffee. And hey, that means he clearly knows what I like. Sure, nothing will ever actually happen, as we're from two different worlds. Sure, I told him my name is Jenny. But still, it's always nice to be wanted, right?

Jose was not at the 7-Eleven this morning. The logical part of me believes this is because he probably works weekends, and everybody has to have a day off, right? But still, the unnerving Aftermath truck makes me worry about him.

So maybe we are a little in love after all.

Weird.