The brightest star in all of Safeway-Laramie

It is a dark and stormy night. It’s a mild mid-afternoon in Laramie and Carissa & I head to Safeway for our back-to-school grocery shopping. Our weekly trips are usually painfully slow and expensive, so it is a given that this one will be knee-buckling.

I am dressed in my normal summer frump, while next to me, Carissa is a vision to behold. We meander up and down the aisle for hours, sometimes together, sometimes splitting up when both a dairy product and a carbohydrate are required simultaneously.

With a heavy cart, we are finally ready to purchase our goods.

Alas! What’s this?!

A shy Safeway lad humbly taps upon the nymph’s shoulder. She is confused; did she drop something?

A flower? A note? Love?

The note– scribbled hastily, with passion, on the torn corner of the Safeway weekly specials–reads:

Your very beautiful
you should call me
sometime
622-###-####

Doesn’t the lack of punctuation and the letter “e” make it simply poetic?

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