This year for Valentine’s Day I did what many single females and couples who lack a romantic flair did – went to the furniture store. Fortunately, for me, I got paid to be there. The others were there on their own time and were most likely spending money instead of making it.
As shoppers entered the store I greeted them and asked, “Are you in the market for a love seat tonight?” Most were not. In attempt to make the time pass faster I found an hourglass for sale, turned it upside down and, approximately 30 minutes later, learned it was only a half-hourglass.
Just as I figured this out a male employee from the warehouse walked up and started asking me questions about my length of employment, relationship status, and why I was working on Single Awareness Day. He then told me his story (divorced, one kid, living with his parents and hates it) and, prior to exchanging names, he said, “I’ve just got to do this. Do you want to go out on a date tonight?” “Oh, no, thank you though,” I replied and then realized that might have sounded rude. “I don’t go out with coworkers,” I clarified. “Well, you don’t really work here and I usually work days,” he tried ton convince me. “Yeah, no,” I replied.
Feeling shot down, he started to walk away. “Excuse me, what is your name?” I asked. He returned, introduced himself and walked away. Although I had no interest in dating him, I figured I best know the name of the coworker who tried to convince me to partake in a little last mine VD (valentine’s date).