I saw some roses at a teller’s station at my bank today, and found out that they were a gift for a teller for her second anniversary. I wished her a happy one.
Girl on line next to me in the bank: “I read somewhere that a wedding ring is the smallest handcuff you can wear.”
Me: “It’s the proudest thing I wear.”
We click ours together, like superheroes, before tackling difficult tasks.
I was thinking of couples like you, Richard, while writing the Velcro poem. Not that you are imperfect, but just that you have managed to stick together like Velcro. And I love the clinking together of rings, Ms. Nicole. Very powerful symbolism there.
Great story, great comeback. I am equally proud of mine.