I'm trying not to see RED today. It's not easy considering that it is V-day, the holiday for lovers. While I sincerely smiled asking "attached" coworkers if they gave their significant other flowers, one jokingly said, yeah my mom is picking up flowers for my girl right now!
I try to remember in my cloudy history, the last time V-day was an exciting day for me (removing cobwebs from my memory) as opposed to the ho hum routine I've had going for a few years now.
I remember one year, the sweetest bf in STL sent flowers! I guess after my numerous requests that he take v-day quite seriously and I need flowers (NOT RED ONES) my clues finally worked. That year, he sent them to my nearly all female job in STL. How sweet. I acted surprised, but yeah I knew something was coming or someone was getting an oral beat down that evening.
I try to let V-day pass as just another day. It is really for lovers, lovers that rock, if you will and right now my love card has holes poked all through it! Maybe next year I'll be happily attached for the big day because I've been rolling snake eyes for years. Calling in sick is a tad dramatic, even for me, but it was a thought. haha
V-day is kind of like my love/hate affair with Chicago.
Until my luck improves, happy Crappy Valentines Day Chicago.... I have a few wishes for you
1. Here's to wishing that you avoid all piss infused CTA subway stations today. Good Luck with that one if you're at Jackson (Red or Blue Line!)
2. Here's to wishing that no aggressive homeless guy sits right next to you or near you on the train with their commanding scent. I would hate for THEIR scent to fight with that piss infused Chicago Style Subway aroma (are they using that stuff like graffiti on the walls - ewww) mentioned earlier!
3. Here's to hoping that some suicidal delivery messenger expecting a V-day tip today, doesn't run you over or cut you off while rushing to bring flowers to I'M BETTING, a suspecting girlfriend timing down her floral arrival at her job!
4. And here's to hoping that somewhere in the most stressful, tax filled, impeding red light camera at every freaking school (which calculates to ever other, other city block and arriving just in time for the summer) does not catch you going 5 miles or worse 6 miles ($100 bucks) over a speed limit! Good Luck contesting that one. You know, in the future....
We're in loveless Chicago Good People! Here's to hoping you're Crappy Valentine's Day is a tad better than mines....
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