This Valentine’s Day is one I would love to forget in a hurry. Then again, it’s not so easy.
I knew this day would be different, when I accepted a call to drive someone all over town and back for keeping some mundane family politics in shape. Not that I refused to do it. Next, my car got a Valentine card from my Exide battery, complete with a rose, in the center of the city. Followed by picking up folks from the station in the night to take them to a hospital, where a 2-year-old kid had had his eye removed. And watched his family members weep. To top it all I did the drive, and was a mute listener to a one-hour dirge on social, health and gynecological problems.
Oh, and what about my Valentine? Don’t get your hopes up on that one…
Days like these better be the stuff of a strictly one-time rant. Hopefully my next Valentine’s Day will treat me kindly.