by Jerry Guarino
coffee and donut
Tony
and his wife Heather drove up to the border from Washington State to Canada,
getting into the shortest line. This
customs delay was usually less than an hour, only a minor inconvenience, but
worth it for a weekend in this pristine country, far from the crazy political
climate in the United States. Vancouver
was clean, with friendly people and virtually no crime. At least none they had ever seen before.
As they crossed the barren plains
toward the city, sunlight bathed the skyline and mountains, like silver slices
of heaven coming to Earth. Snow covered
the top half of the glistening mountains.
As they got closer, they saw the Burrard Inlet, surrounding this
peninsula, water as blue as the Caribbean, but so much colder. Tony was so happy to be here.
“I can’t believe this is only a few
hours from our home. Look at all the
natural beauty.”
“I can’t believe you haven’t stopped
at Tim Horton’s for a donut yet.”
“There’s one near our hotel
sweetheart. You know it’s one of my favorites.”
After a tiring day of sightseeing;
Stanley Park, the Granville Island Market and Gastown, Tony and Heather went back to the hotel to
freshen up before going out to dinner. A
hot tub in their room made for a restful pause before going out.
“Tony, let’s not stay out too
late. I’d like to get a good night sleep
before tomorrow.”
“Yes dear. We did too much today. But I made a reservation at a great Italian
restaurant.”
“Perfect.”
***
“What
a wonderful meal Tony. It reminded me of
our trip to Italy.”
“Yes,
sweetheart. Even the ambiance was
perfect.”
Heather
put her arm around Tony. “I’m
bushed. Let’s head back to the hotel.”
“Just
one more to do, dear.” Tony led his wife
towards a Tim Horton’s donut shop.
“Tony,
you’re incorrigible. After that elegant
dinner?”
Tony took her hand as they walked into the back entrance to the famous
Canadian donut shop.”
“Well, I guess I can get a coffee.”
Tony held the door and Heather walked in. It was quiet.
Maybe the store was closing.
Then, suddenly, gun shots shocked the couple into fear. They dove under one of the tables and held
each other. Tony whispered to his wife.
“I love you Heather.”
“Is this how it ends Tony?”
More gunshots and the chaos of hostages being threatened. The couple could see the police positioning
outside the front window.
“Put down your weapons and come out.
You’re surrounded.”
“Move back or we shoot a hostage,” said the gunman.
The police threw a tear gas canister into the store as everyone
scrambled. Tony and Heather were trapped.
“Cut. That’s a take. Well done everyone. That was perfect.”
Heather realized that this was a movie scene. The tear gas was fake and the bad guys were
high fiving with the hostages. A
producer came over to Tony and Heather.
“Are you two all right? How did
you get in here?”
“We just came in for a donut,
through the back door.”
The director came over. “That
was great. Would you mind signing a
release? Your reactions really added to
the scene. We could compensate you at
union rates.”
Tony and Heather smiled. “This
was an experience. How about a dozen
donuts and coffee?”
Tony and Heather walked back to their hotel. Tony put Heather’s hand on his chest.
“My heart is still racing. All
I want to do is get into the hot tub to calm down and then get to sleep.”
Heather had other thoughts. “I’m
too excited Tony. I have a better
idea.” She whispered something into his
ear.
***
It turned out that a near death experience was a real turn on for
Heather.
“O, Canada!”
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