A follow-up was stopping for frozen yogurt. She no longer messes her face with strawberry ice cream but it’s still a cool event for a Dad.
At the counter, a young man said, “Hey! Twice today!” I was taken aback, but flattered this cool dude had mistaken me for a “bud.” Perhaps he thought I was his Dentist, rather than an early morning wave rider.
“I work at Starbucks too.”
“OH! You have a different outfit,” which was a lame excuse. My daughter had taken an interest so I introduced her as my sister, and got an elbow, but drew a chuckle from my new pal.
“What’s your name?”
“Chad.” That figured. It was Chad or Jason. I considered responding with, “I’m ‘The Mike-STER’,” but said, “I’m Michael.”
I was about to ask if he wanted to “hang out” but given he could have been my grandchild, I came to my senses. Best to commend him on his ambition and say, “see you at SBucks!”
HOWEVER, fantasies die-hard so in the car I became “Jeff Spicoli.” “AWLL RIYGHT DUDE! So AWESOME seeing my bud Chad! He must be making SEEEERIIIIIOUUSSSS COIN working TWO JOBS! Can’t wait to ride a few tasty waves with him in the A.M.”
After a dozen eye rolls and a few, “OH GAWDS!” she rewarded me with a slow headshake and a charity smirk and said, “He’s cute!”
“HEY!” I said, getting her ready for a “You’re only 14!” lecture. But I surprised her with, “Chad’s MY BUD!”
We laughed and went home. See you guys next time.