A man, holding a bar of chocolate and a card like he thinks they might explode, steps up to the cash register at the Hallmark store. The salesclerk says: “Now, we have some pre-made gift bags, so you can take one of ours, or you can choose your own and we’ll make it up for you.”
He looks, not like a deer in the headlights exactly, because he’s less panicked than woeful, more like a basset hound, certain that any bag he selects will, somehow, be wrong. “Whateveryouthinkbest,” he mumbles, and waits for the clerk to decide.
Hoping your day is less fraught resigned.
sdn Says:
Thursday, February 14, 2008 at 4:28 pm. |
i wouldn’t describe it as “fraught,” exactly.
Sara Says:
Thursday, February 14, 2008 at 4:34 pm. |
Mm, good point. I will edit! ;)
sdn Says:
Thursday, February 14, 2008 at 6:38 pm. |
“resigned” is perfect.
i was actually thinking about my own particular valentine’s day when i made the first comment. “i used to be disgusted — now i try to be amused” is good.