"Good morning, Beautiful."

That’s what I heard as I rolled up to the second window at McDonalds. “Good morning, Beautiful.”

It was delivered so exactly as I arrived at the open window to pay, that it must have been perfectly planned by the two high school boys waiting with mischievous and satisfied smiles lighting their eyes as I pulled to a stop at their window. I smiled to myself, my mind repeating the words again in my head as I dug out my debit card and passed it through the window.

“Good morning . . . beautiful?”

Did they regret saying it the minute it crossed the tip of their tongue? Whether they were going off of my voice or had surveillance of the drive thru line to know I was female, were they not totally shocked when in real life I was just a 27 year old wearing no make up with wet hair lying limp against my head? I began wondering if they made a mistake, or were being facetious? Maybe they were trying to be smooth like the Starbucks people who call everyone “hun” or “love” or “sweetie.”

Whatever it was, I laughed to myself as I pulled away, (remembering too, that normally it only takes one person at the window to take money), and thought they are either really silly and just like to get reactions out of people, or they are laughing their heads off over their mistake.

I will never know. But, it was an amusing way to start the day, for them and for me. :)