by Amy Sanderson

The bell chimes as two people walk into the drug store where I work, breaking the quiet of the late evening shift. The man in a Navy uniform and the lady Marine seem to be in a hurry and to know exactly where they're going. "What's going on?" I think to myself. "Are they late for an invasion?" Then I watch where they're going. Aisle seven. That answers a lot of questions. Bet they'll be back in a minute.

Forty-three seconds later, they are at the register, box in hand. As I ring it up, I take in the view. The white Navy uniform perfectly highlights the man's attributes and he has the most captivating smile, I note, as he responds to something his companion whispers in his ear. The woman is also striking even through the uniform hides it pretty well. Together they look like the dream couple. I'd bet they have an interesting history.

As I hand the man the change, I say, "Have a good night." The couple give each other pointed looks that say "oh, we will." The small package in his hand is proof of that.

Continued in The Best Day Of My Life