Not So Minty Fresh

I’m so happy that it’s finally getting warm outside. I love springtime. Yesterday it was so nice out that my co-worker and I decided to have lunch outside. We hit up the Chick-fil-a drive thru and then crashed some stay-at-home moms’ play dates at the park in front of the Bow Creek Rec Center. It was a little chilly sitting at a picnic table in the shade, so I inhaled my chicken sandwich, tossed my bag in the trash, and assumed a position in the sun while M finished her lunch. We chatted about this and that until the sound of crinkling candy wrapper distracted me from our conversation.

"What the hell is that?" I demanded.

"It’s the little mint they toss in the bottom of your Chick-fil-a bag," M said.

"They give you a mint?" I asked.

"You’ve never had one? Yeah! It’s a mint. It’s good."

I stood, baffled, gaping stupidly at the trash can in dismay. I seriously considered for a long moment whether or not I could reach down into it without the sleeve of my shirt actually touching any part of the trash can. I doubted it, but I tip-toed over to take a quick peek inside…just to be sure.

"Damn," I said, straightening up as M tossed her Chick-fil-a bag into the trash, laughing hysterically.

"You’re something else," she said. "Classy."

"Whatever," I retorted. "I’m freaking awesome. You’re laughing aren’t you? Hmm.  I thought so."

Mintless, I turned toward the car, and we headed back to work.

Lisa DeNoia, author of Coastlined, blogging on and off since 2003. Jersey Girl in Virginia Beach. Entrepreneur, technology innovator, photographer, figure skater, traveler, sailor, avid lover of books. Guardian of Benny, also pictured above.

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