I was in one of the most pleasant places in the world earlier this week. Where is that, you ask? I’ll tell you where! It’s the Valentine card aisle at the Hallmark Shop a couple of days before Valentine’s Day. Watching people pick out cards and seeing smiles light up their faces is a beautiful thing. It’s people showing their good sides. It’d be a great place to meet your potential spouse if the people there weren’t already in love…
Oh, but then I got to the cashier. I gave her my Valentine card and she looked down at it, obviously reading the front of the card. And then she opened it! Come on! Is there no privacy left in the world? What a violation. Then she told me she liked the card. Like, did I really think she was going to tell me she didn’t like the card?
I guess next year I’m going to buy my card someplace where they have self-checkout. I’ll go to Dollar Tree for my card. I don’t care if the envelopes don’t fit or the poems don’t rhyme.
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