On the way to my parent's house this morning the girls and I swung off at a gas station in the middle of no where for an emergency potty stop. In the gas station three old men were sitting at a booth drinking coffee. They reminded me of my grandpa who always met up with his friends at the local gas station for a cup of joe. The coffee was black, it cost 25 cents, and came in a styrofoam cup. Grandpa was always dressed in his uniform; khaki trousers, plaid shirt, suspenders and most likely a Watkins Auto Body hat. They met at the same time every morning and I caught on that grandpa would buy me a soda or hand me some money if I "happened" to be at the gas station the same time he was. He would come home to my grandma and report what Dennis or Max had to say at cofffee. In small town Iowa, the gas station was the original coffee shop. It's been almost nine years since Grandpa has met his buddies for coffee at the local gas station. But, I imagine they were are all sharing a cup somewhere this morning.
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I have fond memories of going to "coffee" with my grandma! Love it!
So sweet. And now I have tears. At work. I knew there was a reason why I shouldn't be playing on the internet when I'm on the clock!
I too have tears! Very nice story to share!
Very nice remembrance. >^..^<
Beautiful. And true.
I remember seeing him there! I think he was the first person I ever noticed doing that. Made no sense to me then but nowadays it sounds like a great way to spend my mornings!
Maggie- It was your grandpa John that spent some time at the coffee shop with Willis too!
How great it would be to see them all back down there just one more time. :)
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