Your Girlfriend Sells Batteries On The Subway Day!
"It's just till I can get up on my feet," she said last night, your first night together. You were lying in bed, which you considered a miracle, and you started talking about who had to be up for work in the morning.
"I'm a lawyer," you told her. "I work in copyright and trademark infringement."
She nuzzled your neck. "You'd be able to do quite a number on me if you saw the stuff I sell. They all have the same logos as Duracell and Energizer, but with just a slight misspelling."
You asked her if she has a home. She said that she lives in a one-bedroom share.
"I have seven roommates. They're all real nice."
You caressed her beautiful bare back and you asked her what she's working towards.
"Light-up yoyos and boxing nun finger puppets. Those are the big money items," she said. "And once I have enough saved I'll open up a boutique where I'll sell my handmade leather pocketbooks."
You told her that perhaps you could help her with the startup money and she accused you of being high-handed and started getting her clothes back on.
"Wait," you said. "I'm sorry. Won't I see you again?"
She told you to ride the D train between 7:30 and 10 AM. Her smile let you know that she wasn't going to stay angry.
Today, you should ride the D train between 7:30 and 10 AM. When she comes into your car, she'll look at your headphones and ask if you'd like to buy a pack of batteries for your walkman.
"It's an iPod," you'll say. "Rechargeable."
Her smile will disappear and she'll walk away from you chanting BAH-TEREEE, One dollar. You'll have blown it again. It's not going to get any easier for quite a while.
Happy Your Girlfriend Sells Batteries On The Subway Day!
