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You were in line behind me at the Food Maxx. Your hands were overflowing with Kombucha and bok choy. You made it clear, in a cute way, that the bok choy was for your pet rabbits, not the Kombucha. We talked while waiting for the cashier and I think its the only time I wish the grocer would've taken longer to check out the line of customers. Just a bit longer, so I could talk with you some more. The line was expatiated quickly and we only disused the benefits of Kombucha and how the Bok choy, which you accidentally dropped, was for your rabbits. It was at that moment, the moment I retrieved your spilled produce from the ground that I should of, in the very least, gave you my phone number. To my dismay, I don't have a time machine and can not transport back to aprox 11pm at night on 3/27, to do things over and just ask you for your phone number. You were the most interesting person I talked to that night and I was on my way to a,COVID safe, party. Looking back I wish I could have just ditched the party and talked with you through the night. The last thing I said to you as I walked myself out the door was why I moved to San Jose, a divorce. I doubt you'll find or read this; however, like the good people that promote legalized state gambling (lottery) say, you can't win if you don't play. I thought we made a brief; however, short connection and I missed my chance. To this, I say don't discount the second chance, don't overlook the do over, don't underestimate a missed encounter post on Craigslist, which, I honestly have never composed until today. So here's to taken a chance that you see this and felt the same way. Hope to here from you and your hungry rabbits someday.
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