The man from Missouri

 I was working today. ALLLL day, exhaustion had settled in my bones long before I had ever reached work. My car quit in the middle of an intersection nearly causing an accident and racked with tears, I called my works who were more than understanding.

My sup: "Don't you have any friends or family?" I suppressed a cry and simply said no. He wished me luck and hoped to see me soon. I called everyone that I knew could help. Pressed ignore and I was crushed After much praying and wishing I finally got the show on the road. It somehow showed the world that holidays for me were forever cursed by some shadow of disbelief. In other words, good will toward all men my ass.

          The day flew by with me swallowing my gut crushing loneliness, sadness and the foreboding that only holidays seem to bring me. I secretly wished I could move to Florida and bee away from this weather to guide me out of such mental darkness. But alas, here I am working two jobs on Christmas Eve already too exhausted of the year all together.

          But this was that I’ve worked that it had been a truly silent night. I sat hunched over the prince Lestat and reading over new reviews and I found myself over joyed with the prospect of new toys and how I could market them. Or at the very least, start to understand the ins and outs (pun intended).

          As I was price checking and doing more

          A burly truck driver aged 54.3 years standing over 6.3 feet who was dressed in a blue flannel shirt and roughed but jeans. His blue eyes were kind ones that time had long forgotten even thought passionate nature behind them was striking. Though the typical of our demo graphic he had simplistic warmth that brought me comfort on a day like today. I had long finished my shift list and was incredibly grateful for the company.

          We chatted with the reverie of old friends both good times and bad. I felt the most connected I had felt in ages. It was nice to feel fulfilled in such a strange environment to do so. The rest of my shift ended with a sigh and prayer that my car would start. I also found out that are more people out there than I realized. That in itself was a better gift than I could have asked for.

          Christmas day rolls around with much of my moping including books and here walked in this divine looking amazing. Legs for the gods and she was serving some serious fish. The words “You don’t recognize me do you?” I smiled as soon as I had heard that.

          “Of course dear,” I remarked. “How could I forget such beautiful eyes,” He smiled and I took in his glamorous outfit. I thought damn I wish pull him over to take a look out

He called in later to tell me he was grateful for the compliment.

          There is nothing was seeing a beautifully kind person at work. Makes it all worth it.