Imperfect ValentineValentine's Day.
Different people think about different things when they hear the name of that winter holiday. Most people think about making cards for their friends and family, while others think about that over-sized stuffed animal they're planning to buy for their sweetheart this year. Then there are some people that just start fuming on about how much they hate February 14th.
Me? I've always associated Valentine's Day with one thing.
"Hey, you!" I stopped for a moment and snapped my fingers as I tried to place a name to the face I was looking at. After about three seconds of drawing a blank, I decided an impersonal nickname would do just fine for now. "New girl! Did all of the Valentine's Day scripts go out yesterday?"
"Goldie," she replied, starring at me blankly.
"What?" I stopped in my tracks for the first time all morning, coffee mug halfway to my lips. When the girl continued to stand there like a deer in the headlights I tried again, "WHAT?!?"
"Sorry, sir! Uh, Mister H