Literature
Better Late Than Never
The last thing I need is a long line at the jewelry store.
I hope my cross expression and frequent toe-tapping
Will let the indecisive lady in front of me know that
I don't have time to hear her argue over the phone
About whether she should get an emerald or ruby ring.
"I'll just buy both," she says with a snooty laugh.
I make sure to give her a good long glare as she struts away,
Then I go up to the counter, hold up my debit card and say "opal".
The clerk asks be about the occasion and the "lucky lady",
Completely oblivious to my short responses and frequent sighing.
Once I've finally got my box, I run out of the store, almost drop