As a single youth worker in a large Ottawa church, I had about 1000 people interested in my dating relationships. The pressure was incredible as I tried to meet and get to know girls aware that there were many good hearted people waiting to see if the one I was dating was the one I would marry. When I finally met a girl from Toronto, we decided to go incognito and meet in Kingston. The chosen spot to meet was the Tim Horton’s on Division Street. We would start our date with me drinking a medium black double cupped and her, a clear tea with the tea bag in. We would leave her car at the Tim Horton’s and then go walking down by the lake. Our date would conclude with each of us purchasing the same hot drinks and drinking them as we drove away in opposite directions. The relationship grew and we eventually married. Our enjoyment for Tim Horton’s was so well known that on our wedding day my best man drove us and the wedding party through the Drive Thru on the way to the reception. Later, when we had children, we had to ask for extra coffee cups so our kids could pretend to drink coffee when we stopped for one.
Simply walking into a Tim Horton’s and smelling the fresh brewed coffee brings back a flood of memories. My wife and I often exchange glances and smiles when we are standing in line remembering that Tim Horton’s has played a part in the traditions our family enjoys to this day.