“French Vanilla please,” was my response to the sweet Jewish street vendor on the corner of Maiden Lane and Water Street. He emptied out what was left in the Coffeemate bottle and asked, “Are you married?”
“No,” I replied.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Yes, I do,” I said.
“Well, he loves you very much.”
I looked at him with a big smile on my face and said, “Well, I sure hope so.” The Jewish man said, “He does, the last of the creamer was just finished on you. If more creamer comes out when I unscrew the top of this bottle, it means his mother really likes you.” I nodded as he unscrewed the cap.
“His mother really likes you,” he said.