I interned at the front desk every Saturday-day for a year. One of my duties involved lugging the piano keyboard across the lobby to set up for musical improv. I hated it. I tried to do it when there was no one around because dragging this big case looked and felt ridiculous. Also the musical improv students were loud and kind of full of themselves. I did not want to help them.
One Saturday, as I was lugging the piano across the lobby, I heard someone say - in a voice that was equal parts superior and disinterested - “There are wheels on the other side.”
I looked up. It was one of the musical improv students. In my memory, he’s sitting cross legged and reading a comic book. He doesn’t even deign to look up. I didn’t even know his name but I think I remember telling someone he’s my nemesis.
A year later we were dating. This February was our five year anniversary.
This is a Toffifee (known as a Toffifay in the US, thanks Wikipedia). I usually can’t afford to buy (or maybe just justify buying) these. On Friday I had a milkshake that tasted like drinking one. Thank god I don’t live within walking distance of that place.
Reblogged for Chris Scott who once made the mistake of telling my family it was his favorite candy and will now live in Toffifay for life.