Tom Hanson meets Summer on January 8th, and he knows immediately that she's who he's been searching or.
My name's Tom Hanson. I work for a card making company. This is how I lost my job. This is how I gave up on everything.
I approached my computer at work, and dumped my bag down on the floor by my office chair, tired even after all of the days in bed depressed. Mckenzie, my old friend who sits opposite me slammed the phone down as soon as I approached him.
"Shit, Tom i've been calling you every five minutes! Are you okay?" he rubbed his hand threw his shaggy hair, stressed.
"I'm great." I replied dully, taking my sunglasses off that covered the bags under my eyes.
"What happened to you where've you been?" he picked up his work folder and approached me as I sat down.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You always want to talk about it?" I shook my head, "Okay well come on." he pulled me up out of my seat.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He stared me in the face like I was an old lost friend.
"Tom it's thursday." Mckenzie replied. Thursday. Meeting with the boss day. Get everything planned and set out to live and get money day.
A lonely woman in her 30's stood up and pointed to big cardboard pictures of cats jumping, "This one says go for it...and this one says you can do it. I have a whole line of inspirational photographic cards featuring Pickles, my cat." The whole room stared back at her in silence as if she'd committed murder. "I think people will really enjoy them." she smiled happily, making me feel slightly sorry for her.
The boss sat up like he'd been asleep, "Good job Roda that's inspirational stuff. Anyone else got anything? We haven't heard from sympathy in a while...Hanson?" he looked over at me, calling me by my surname. "Do you have anything to contribute?"
I rocked back on my chair, "Urrrhh, no...." I replied honestly, "I really don't."
"Okay." he smiled,"We'll come back to you."
"Actually, you know what? Can I say something about the cat?"
"Yeah, this is...and Roda no disrespect but this is total shit.
"'Go for it' and 'you can do it' that's not inspirational that's suicidal." I pointed over to it, "Pickles go's for it right there that's a dead cat?! This is lies. We're liars. Let's think about it why do people buy these things it's not because they want to say how they feel it's because...they can't say how they feel, or their afraid too. We provide the service that lets them off the hook, but you know what I say to hell with it let's level with America. At least let them speak for themselves right? I mean look, what is this?"
I picked up a card that was displayed on the table, " 'Congratulations on your new baby', how about congratulations on your new baby gets thats it for hanging out, nice knowing you."
"Sit down Hanson!" my boss called cautiously but I ignored him.
"What about this one? With all the pretty little hearts?! I think I know where this is going." I opened the card, "Happy Valentines day sweetheart, I love you. 'Aint that sweet?! Isn't love grand?!...This is exactly what i'm talking about what does that word even mean. 'Love.' Do you know? Does anybody?
"If somebody gave me this card, I would eat it... It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs their all to blame for these lies! And the heart ache. Everything." I could feel my voice starting to crackle as if i was about to cry but I held it in." And we're responsible, i'm responsible. I think we do a bad thing here, people should be able to say how they feel. How they really feel you know, not....some words that some strangers put into their mouths words like love...that just don't mean anything?" I paused for a while, silently looking at them all.
"I'm sorry, I'm done, I uh- I quit." I tucked in my chair and walked out casually, as if it had never happened while Mckenzie stared.
A new beginning, I thought to myself.