Lucas: This meeting’s way too boring. What are you up to, love?
Me: Do you like reindeer?
Lucas: Thanksgiving’s been over for days, so I guess it’s reindeer season.
Me: LOL, yeah it is. But do you like them?
Lucas: I always feel sad for Grandma.
Me: Are you talking about that reindeer song?
It’s not really an answer, hon.
Lucas: You called me hon. Okay, if you like reindeer, I like reindeer.
Me: Okay. You’re so not helpful.
“Miss? Are you ready to check out?” the cashier grabbed my attention.
“Sorry! Yes, please, thank you,” I replied fast and piled my items on the conveyor belt. “I would also like a bag. Thank you.”
“Not a problem,” she replied and started scanning. “Oh, I love the tie. I bought a similar one for my husband. It’s going to be a hit when the holiday parties start.”
“That’s good. I’ve been debating on getting it the whole line,” I admitted.
She gave me a cheeky look. “New boyfriend?”
I blushed. “Something like that. It's very new.”
“Congratulations, girlfriend. Reel him in with gifts and home-cooked meals. Men like that.”
I laughed. “Well, Mom did teach me how to cook well so I have that going for me. isn’t it supposed to be the opposite? The man showering the girl with gifts?”
The cashier winked. “Honey. No way. Men love gifts. They are like teddy bears. They may look hard on the outside, but inside they can cry at Ironman’s death, too.”