Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Seven. Two. Zero. Goodbye, to an old friend.

I don't know what to do, I told him. Him, being the ear-ringed, yet polite sales rep named Brett sitting across the half-desk. I don't blame you he offered in an attempt to numb my pain. But there's nothing we can do, he piled on. I, I have to call my wife and give her the news, I  mumbled back as if being told I was going to lose the leg. I understand, take your time, I heard as turned to the least busy corner to make a call over an agonizing decision.

Hi. Yes. I'm at the store. It's just a number, right?