Delicious defeat
It’s the end of the day, and I’ve escaped International Night practice with a shred of dignity still intact. The building is warm and my sweat makes it feel warmer with the lack of a breeze, so I’m ready to go.
I stop at my mailbox to see what items need to be ignored until tomorrow. Instead of a random assortment of unfiled papers, I find delicious looking brownies wrapped onto a paper plate.
Who put this here, I think, and what do they think I did to deserve it?
I can only think of one person, but we haven’t spoken much due to circumstances beyond our control.
Actually, I blame baseball season.
I call D– on my phone and get her message. She calls me back a little later.
Hey Felix, she says, didja get my present?
Mystery solved, I think.
Then she starts swearing. At first I think it’s at me, because we’re friends and coworkers and all; abuse just comes with the territory.
But it turns out the Cubs are losing to the Brewers in the 9th inning, and she’s angry at them. At least, that’s what she tells me. I believe her, though, because she watches as many games as she can.
And she takes the time to drop off some brownies and call me about them, in the 9th inning, no less.
It’s a delicious defeat.
felixnation :: May.01.2008 :: Addictions, The Coal Mine, coworkers :: No Comments »