I'm outside, doing what I know I shouldn't do. Walking while looking at my phone.
I see a text from Brandon, my old boss whom I adore, and who now works at the Saks store in Boston. I love hearing from him, and rather than rush through a read on the street, I decide to savor the text for when I get home.
But then I get a call from M as soon as I walk through the door.
"I have a great story for you," she begins.
"But first, have you gotten any calls from anyone?"
I am assuming she means, has anyone we both know called you today to tell you a story of something that happened to me that I think you'll like? Since neither of my sisters has called, nor my mom, nor any mutual friends, I answer no.
So she begins.
"I was shopping with Jan today, and we stopped by Saks."
And then I remember.
"Stop," I tell her. "I did hear from someone today. My old boss Brandon. But I haven't read his text yet."
"Go get it and read it to me," M says.
And so I do.
I have to admit, as funny as this story is, it's the last line of the text that gets me every time!
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