Father Knows Best

Okay, so now I’m really torn. Around the corner from my usual kind woman soda vendor is a sweet man vendor. I’ve been heading down his block before work to hit up my bank, and so I’ve been buying sodas from him lately. At first I felt kind of guilty—I told myself, “I should go out of my way to go down the block and buy my sodas from the woman that always remembers me and my cola caffeine preference and greets me with a warm smile!” But, my new soda vendor remembered me after only a day or so. He even stopped me from grabbing regular pepsi’s instead of my usual diets—just like sweet lady vendor. He even upped the ante this week—he put a few mints in my plastic bag and sent me on my way saying “See you, sister.” Then today, he asked how I was doing, and I said I was frazzled because I was running late. Without a word, he put two lollipops in my plastic bag with my sodas and said “See you tomorrow.” I feel like I’m in a custody battle between my mom and dad here. Who do I choose?!