Simple Joys

"You would not believe what happened today!" Troy exclaims as I take a swig from our shared root beer purchased from the Wal-Mart vending machine. I laugh and share the details of my day while Troy pours hot sauce on his 99 cent taco. 

"You're becoming an expensive date, you know," Troy interjects. "I think tonight cost me almost $5." 

And our silly ritual continues. After both of his monthly 12-10 shifts, Troy meets me at the gas station located at the bottom of our exit. I jump into his car and we drive five minutes east to Taco Bell. Fatty fast food always sounds good on these nights. We pick up our order and drive across the street to the Wal-Mart. I grab a root beer from the only functioning vending machine outside and hop back in the car. The parking lot is lightly peppered with empty cars and we wonder if there is actually a business in Park City opened past 10. Roughly 30 minutes, and too many calories, later Troy drives me back to my car. 

"I'm actually starting to look forward to these shifts just because of our Taco Bell run afterwards," Troy states contently as he gives my hand a little squeeze. 

"Me too," I respond through my exaggerated smile. I hope this tradition doesn't end.