Cheerios Brings Everyone Together

She could tell by his grocery cart that he was a Pespi man;  he made note of her case of Coke.  His Carhartt jacket suggested to her that he worked outdoors a lot.  Her V-neck sweater and jeans told him that she was self-conscious enough to wear more than sweats.  His stack of frozen pizzas screamed “I’m single!”; while her heap of coconut, star fruit and kiwis said – well, he wasn’t really sure what that meant, but they were definitely both morning people.  Only morning people are at the grocery store every Saturday morning by 8 a.m.  It’s a routine the two of them had shared for at least the past year.

Each had taken notice of the other one, but neither had found the nerve to speak.  What would they have said: “Can you believe how much the price of food has gone up?”  “Yes, it’s crazy!  We should go out on a date, fall in love, and then get married.  That way we can share expenses!”?

Saturday after Saturday, the two of them separately shopped without exchanging a word until one day the five-foot-three exotic fruit lover went for a box of Honey Nut Cheerios resting on the top shelf.  Impossible for her petite legs and arms to reach, she had no choice but to try and use the bottom shelf as a step stool.  That was when the six-foot-two frozen pizza aficionado, who also just happened to be in need of cereal that week, said the words that changed everything.

“Here, let me get that for you,” he offered.

“Why, thank you kind sir!” she said in return, genuinely grateful.

“No problem.  Let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with.”

Without hesitation, she then said “You know, there is.  There’s a massive box of pots and pans in the kitchen section that weighs a ton.  I’ll find a way to get it into my car, but could I bother you to place it in my cart?  The old set I have at home is driving me crazy.”


He had never met anyone driven crazy by a set of pots and pans before.

“She must really be in to cooking,” he thought to himself.  “It’s better than frozen pizza, I suppose.”

“He must think I’m at total nutjob,” she said to herself.  “Who asks a total stranger to help them with pots and pans?”

But he didn’t think she was a nutjob.  He thought she was nice, or least she seemed to be; so  not only did he help her get the new set into her grocery cart, he went out of his way to make sure it made it into her car okay.

“Thanks again sir,” she said as she was closing the trunk of her car.

“Kevin,” he said.  “I prefer Kevin to ‘sir’.”

She laughed and then said, “And I prefer Carolyn to ‘sir’.”

“Have fun cooking whatever it is you plan on cooking with your new pots and pans,” he said with a chuckle of his own.

“And you have fun with…oh wait, can one have fun with frozen pizzas?”

“Not really, but you know how it is: the glamourous life of a single guy.”

“Well, if you ever want something other than frozen pizza for dinner, you know where to find me,” she said without even considering whether or not that would sound like a pick up line.

Kevin wasn’t sure if it was her attempt at a pick up line, but he was sure that he was sick of frozen pizza.

“I just might take you up on that,” he said.

Which he did, one week later.  Two years later she said yes to his proposal, and for party favours, they gave all of their wedding guests a box of Honey Nut Cheerios.


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