It's Over

I worked late and arrived at the sandwich shop about twenty minutes before closing. It was empty and the chairs had been stacked on the tables. The cute sandwich girl was casually mopping up. We smiled and waxed mundane for a bit and I eventually got around to complimenting her earrings and makeup, which seemed a bit in conflict with the drab uniforms they wear. Thanks, yeah, my boyfriend and I are going out after I get off…

So it goes.

Life's drama doesn't much care for our archetypal story structure: rising action, conflict, resolution and all that. Anyhoo, no need to despair. There are plenty of fish in the sea, and plenty of people that can place a fish between slices of bread with lettuce, onion, tomatoes, and black olives.