Situation: I was abandoned by my dignity.
My story: It is 2pm in the afternoon, I have a 40 minute break between meetings after a hectic morning that started at 5am. I turn on my music, do my stretches and hop in the shower. I walk out to my room, forgetting I have my blinds raised and I am naked and undignified gyrating to 90s pop. As I am jiggle and wobble with a rhythm that has no relation to the song at hand, I make eye contact with Jorge. On his standing mower, with a big toothy grin. This is not how I thought I would terminate our four year relationship. As I stand frozen in place for what feels like a millennia… Jorge makes it to my window… does the turn to go to the fence… and I back into the bathroom. If you see my dignity dragging her tattered kaboose down the street. Tell her to come home. I need her.
Conclusion: Taking lawn manicurist referrals.
Short stories from a Broken soul 