Tonja is short and sweet, Milton is tall, long armed and legged.
He has unusually large hands. These two people look like polar
opposites but have the cutest three children. They have the silliest
story of “How we met each other.”
Tonja was working in the frosting cookies section of Cheryl’s
Cookies in Columbus, Ohio when she found herself daydreaming.
She had “taken a liking to the muffin man.” She was from a small
town in the eastern hills of Kentucky and had moved north with
a high school girlfriend. They had saved their hard earned wages
from waiting tables at a truck stop to head to the “Big, exciting City
of Columbus, Ohio.”
In the middle of a busy day, Tonja was looking across the almost
‘factory atmosphere’ at the tall, lanky dark haired ‘muffin man.’
He was pouring blueberry muffin dough into the machine that
squirts it in spurts. This process makes the large, blueberry muffins
that have coarsely ground sugar sprinkled on immediately before
She had “no clue” to his name, but she had several daily fantasies
on the subject of the unknown tall, dark and handsome muffin man.
The dreams started with her drive into work, while working and
finally, right before her eyes closed each night. These started since
she first saw, coveted and craved possessing him!
For some reason, he was preoccupied. He was glancing in a whole
different direction from where he was pouring the blueberry muffin
dough. And, to her horror and concern, he was missing a big glob
that was slowly sinking down the side of the “chute you poured the
Tonja set her vanilla butter cream frosting tube down on a sheet of
parchment paper. She had made a huge decision that could get her
into trouble, one kind she would not mind at all! (If you could hear
Tonja gleefully telling this story, it would be so much more fun!)
Anyway, Tonja started trotting across the distance to the muffin
The muffin man did not hear her first cry of “Hey” from several feet
away. He was still distracted, in his own world and not paying
Tonja repeated her yell, “Hey! You are missing your pour and it is
oozing down the side of the chute!”
As his head turned and he focused into who was talking to him, his
face changed and broke into a friendly smile. He said, “Hey!” back
at Tonja. He also did grab a clean cloth to try to salvage the dough
by running it back up the tube and into the chute.
As he did this, in a very casual voice he spoke, “My name is Milton,
That is the short story that will tell you so much by reading between
the lines and believing that two coworkers can be meant to be forever
together, the “Muffin Man,” his wife, the “Frosting Girl” and their little
munchkins. One of whom wears pink cowboy boots everywhere she
goes, to kindergarten, to the store, to family gatherings and to our
annual Advance Auto summer picnic where I met her. You can just
tell that these parents march to their own drummer, along with their
Tonja works no longer at Cheryl’s Cookies, she is a first bin order filler.
Milton no longer works there either. He is a great third shift shipping
clerk working at Advance Auto distribution center also.
They are two happy ships that cross paths in the morning who give each
other a “hello” and “goodbye” kiss.