Special Delivery

Seething, I check my phone again. "Come on." Because encouraging an inanimate electronic device will no doubt expedite the Universe bringing your heart's desires to fruition. "Come on!" Thankfully I only raise the voice in my head.  My inner voice grumbling, I place my phone back down on my desk, look up aimless at my work computer, and begin mentally drafting tonight's bitter-angry-FOREVERalone-single-girl blog entry, when the mail tech comes by to drop off some letters to the woman the cubicle across from mine.


"Nah, I couldn't go too crazy on Christmas. I gotta save for the perfect ring for my girl." He boasts. I can't see him, but by the tone of his voice I'm certain he made his declaration with a puffed out chest and proud smile. "Nah, I gotta get the right one, you know? I wanna do it once and I wanna get it right." He goes on, "if this was the 2nd or 3rd or 4th time, then yea, any ol' ring would do. But not the first time. The first time you gotta do it right. And I wanna do it right the first and only time for her."

.....my mood obviously lightens upon overhearing his declaration of love.  Ducking further into my computer chair so that I may wipe away a few escaping tears in peace, I sniffle quietly and get back to work.