Alone At Last

10

To be fair, it wasn't my fault. Of course, the woman with her little yappy dog was too furious to even let me speak and instead barreled right over my flabbergasted gaping.

"Can I be completely honest with you?" Her cheeks burned red as she glared at me, her dog still making little yipping noises. It sounded like a squeak toy got stuck in a bad remix.

I don't respond. What should I say?

'No? Don't really care for that.'

No, I can't do that. That would be outright rude.

Am I outright rude?

Was I that despicable?

I opened my mouth to see when the woman interrupted me, yet again.

"Today was the best day of my life! I just got proposed to, and I had the opportunity to say no to that sorry bastard! He should've seen it coming, begging to take him back after cheating on me with that slut of his. I finally got to tell him where he can stick it, and I'm not going to let some ass like you ruin this day for me."

And that's how I ended up, standing alone on the sidewalk, holding a very disinterested Yanks in my arms. That dumb cat had nothing to say for himself.

He was the one who got me into this mess.

I shake my head and head back into my apartment building.

"The next time you decide to run out of the apartment, please don't jump on a lady like that."