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August 31, 2003
CVS Life to the Fullest
This morning I hung out at CVS. Why? Well, I was there last week and I saw a nice looking man who seemed to like me. He smiled and walked by me a few more times than was necessary. But because I was with my mother and carrying a box of O.B.s, I didn't feel particularly courageous. I just stood there and thought, why does this happen to me? So this morning, I figured I would go down to CVS and maybe I would see him again and this time I wouldn't have my mother or a box of O.B.s with me and I might be able to manage a smile and a "Hi, weren't you here last Sunday?" Apparently I was the only one with the thought because he wasn't anywhere at the CVS. Oh, well. It was an act of desperation but at least I am proactive. When I am lying on the floor, near death, 70 years from now, with my cats huddled around me, hungrily tearing the flesh from my brittle, lonely bones, certain that no one will find me until the bank sends the bill collector, I can look back at my life and say... at least I went to the CVS in hope that I might get another chance to flirt with that nice looking man without a wedding ring.
Posted by donna at August 31, 2003 03:11 PM | TrackBackComments
Your worries about the future are totally unnecessary.
Cats are notoriously finicky eaters. They will almost certainly just sniff you and walk away.
Dirk: I thought it was silly. Slightly self deprecating, definitely self-aware. I was in no way aiming for pathetic.
Charles: Why didn't you stop? I would have treated you to a cheesesteak and a Yuengling! Next year, maybe. :-)
Posted by: Donna at September 1, 2003 02:16 PMThis is truly sad.
Posted by: Dirk at September 1, 2003 10:49 AMAnd sometime in the next, oh, seven years, when I've collapsed in a heap beside my desk on some Friday night when everyone else has gone home for the weekend, I'll have to remind myself between the recurring pains that I drove through Donna's hometown and didn't even say hi.
(This is not a W. C. Fieldsian "I'd rather be in Philadelphia." But it could have been.)
