A trillion years ago (okay, 31 and a half years ago), I got a job in the local department store – now gone to wherever department stores go to die – working in the Cookie Shop. I know, I know – who has a cookie shop inside of a department store, right? But this was 1979 and it might as well have still been the Disco Era and anything went. ANYWAYS, it was a night job because I was going to college. It was SUCH an important job that they didn’t even bother to give me a name tag – apparently, SHOCKINGLY, the turnover rate was rather high. I can’t imagine why – who WOULDN’T like to make six inch cookies all day and clean out the yogurt machine every night, right?
My soon-to-be-husband would come down to the Cookie Shop every day and order an oatmeal cookie and a coke from me. He was a nice guy and I liked him and we became friends. Honestly, just friends!
He was in the military and this was a night job in security to make extra money – the military,, in case you didn’t know, does not pay their soldiers very well – sort of like teachers. Hmm… I’m going to file that thought and think about that later…
One day, there was a movie we both wanted to see (remember, we were just FRIENDS) and he asked me if I wanted to see it with him so I said, “Sure.” I couldn’t even tell you what movie it was – and please don’t write and gasp, “How could you not remember? It was a turning point in your relationship!” We went to the movie and had a great time. We realized that we had a lot in common and so we started dating.
He even made me an official name badge that said, “Cookie Girl” that I still have today.
A month after we started to date, he asked me to marry me – on Valentine’s Day. I said, “YES!!!!!” Six months later, we were married, much to my parents horror. But that’s another story for another day. We’ve been married for 32 years, so I guess We Were Right After All So There.