My Magic Muffin Day

Today was a good day. Stinky and I got along at work and I even cracked a few jokes in her direction. I spent a lot of time sorting out big, weighty, and inconclusive problems with good friends on line, and best of all, I found out that a random security guard in my office either has a crush on me (nice) or really likes me as a person and thinks I'm underfed (free food - bonus!).

I'm leaving my office today, on my way to the gym, bundled up tight in my wool sweaters and scarf. As I'm leaving I see the wonderful security guard who sometimes serenades me and tells me nice things like how I need a personal assistant to schlep my wares to and fro work. (He doesn't know that I double as a shirpa.)

He was returning from a break, with a coffee drink and a baggy from Mrs. Fields'. He holds the door open for me, which is polite and nice and so of course I gave him my sweetest darling smile and said, "Thanks, see you tomorrow!" He must have known that I was running late and had no food for school tonight, because he stopped and said, "Wait!" thrusting his warm red and white Mrs Fields' snack into my hand.

I was stunned, but I have never, rejected free food, especially from a nice person who just bought a warm blueberry muffin on their break and is now giving it to *ME* for no reason at all! I mean, how does one say no to that? So I smile again, wider, because I'm pleased as punch and I can smell the sweet aroma of fresh blueberries and I ask him if he really wants me to have it.

He does!

Free muffins for me on Mondays!

Sweet, sweet, man whose name I don't know.

I will have to find out and then be very, very nice to him.