Day 24: Chocolate and Birthdays: the Sequel

Day 24 finds me back at my favorite chocolate shop, drooling from anticipation but mostly recovered from the withdrawal convulsions I had since that Monday. I walked into the shop and ordered several of my favorite dark chocolate pretzels and stepped to the side to wait for my little package of deliciousness to be ready.

While waiting a very pleasant young lady came into the shop and was asking all sorts of questions about the chocolates there. She was precious, so polite and unassuming. While she was interrogating the clerk she mentioned that it was her birthday. "Oh nice!" I piped up from behind my phone. "We have to sing Happy Birthday to you!" I shouted, reliving fond memories from Day 15.

"Oh my God.... Nooooo," she said. She had a genuine look of fear on her face, like she was actually scared and not just faking it in hopes that we would try and convince her. But I tried anyway.

"Oh come on! It's your birthday! Let us sing to you, okay?" I insisted, to no avail. I insisted a few times but the look of terror on her face grew a touch more piteous with each prodding, so I let it go. I didn't want to give the birthday girl a heart attack after all.

I think that qualifies as a rejection, yes? It was cute and pitiful and she was so sweet I just wanted to hug her and kiss her on the forehead. Maybe I should have done and made all her worries go away.

Wherever you are birthday girl, here's to you.

Day 22: A balanced diet is chocolate in both hands

Day 21 was another low-key rejection but I felt good about it because I wasn't asking something outrageous just for the sake of getting rejected. I was in a helping mood. This one's pretty short too, so it'll be easy on your eyes.

No dark chocolate pretzels? The Emperor will be displeased.

After work I stopped at my favorite chocolate shop near my house to get some dark chocolate pretzels. But they were out! So I left, crying tears of despair and chocolate withdrawal as I hid my face in my hands.

On my way back to my car, I saw a woman pushing a cart bursting with groceries towards her van which was parked next to me. As I came around to get in my car I asked her if I could help her load her groceries in her vehicle?

She very politely turned me down. I even asked if she was sure and said I was happy to help, but she didn't need no steenkin' help.  What was I to do but go home and plot my revenge on the unfortunate chocolate shop... whom I visited again in two days and not only got my pretzels, but got a rather cute rejection out of it. Stay tuned!