"Would you like fries with your broken heart?"
It was a typical college day… me and my boyfriend D were chatting after I had just gotten off work at the coffee shoppe. We had been exclusive for about three years and through our ups and downs- breaks and break-ups, we were still trying to hang on.
Sometimes there is no reason why something isn’t working out; it just doesn’t feel the same... The flame slowly burns out overtime, and neither partner can predict it.
This is what was happening between D and me.
“I just feel like were stuck in a rut, ya know?” I said.
“I know, I can’t figure out what is going wrong.” D said.
“Do you wanna go to Arby’s- I’m starved.” D- clearly changing the subject, but my tummy was growling as well.
We walked out of the dorm in silence and I drove because my car was parked right in front. The car always brings out fights…at least my car does.
“But it never seems like you try to do anything spontaneous and you never surprise me with anything nice!”- yep, I threw out the spontaneous card.
“That’s all you care about are things and that I am doing something for you everyday… I love you and that should be all I need to do.” D threw back.
“No- love is about so much more, we have to keep the relationship alive somehow.”
We were both frustrated- With each other and with love in general. And I said the one thing that I had grown accustomed to saying…
“Should we go on a break?”
“What does ‘break’ even mean, we go on breaks and we end up still fooling-around and then we are back to where we started!” D yelled.
*Roll down window*
Me: “Ummm hi, can we get two number 3’s please… both with dr. pepper, thanks.”
Arby’s lady: “Your total is $9.55, please pull around.”
“Well fine, let’s break up completely then… I don’t know what it is this time, but usually when we go on breaks, I always know, deep down, that we will get back together... but I don’t feel that at all this time.”
Sometimes it is your own declaration of what has been running around in your mind that can slap you in the face harder than anyone else’s words. This is what I had just done to myself.
The tears started flowing just as we pulled up to the window.
“I know, but we can still be friends… we will work on being friends, okay?”
“oh-o-kay” I said through my now blubbering sobs.
Arby’s lady: “$9.95” I hand her the money “oh geeez.” I hear her say under her breath.
*(This happened to me about 3 years ago, so now I can really laugh about it. I digress…)
Apparently fast food workers think you can’t hear through the drive-thru window that doesn’t even shut all the way.
Arby’s lady: “Shoot! This girl in the drive-thru is ballin’ her eyes out!!”
Another Arby’s employee: “Really? She by herself?”
Arby’s lady: “No, there’s a dude in there too, probably his fault.”
I turn to D and crack a slight smile and he says…
“How does she know its my fault?” With slight sarcasm.
Arby’s lady comes back around the corner and hands me the bag of food.
“Here you go sweetie, cheer up- I put an apple turnover in there for you- on the house.”
First of all, the use of ‘on the house’ coming from Arby’s is hilarious. Second, this really did cheer me up, who doesn’t love a free apple turnover?
“Thank you, that was very nice- I’ll be okay.” I say trying to break a laugh through my tears. Then, Arby’s lady leans to her left so she could get a look at D and says…
“That turnover is for her, not you okay heartbreaker?”
D didn’t know what to do, but I was cracking up at this point, I had totally forgotten about the recent demise of our three year relationship with this comment. I thanked the Arby’s lady one last time and drove off.
“I can’t believe that just happened…” said D with a dumbfounded look on his face.
“Which part- us breaking up or the Arby’s lady calling you out?” I chuckled…