Staples Tomorrow

"I never expected tomorrow to happen." He said to the attendant, as I walked up to the counter.

Pushing my sunglasses atop my head, looking over, I interject, "Isn't that exactly it? I mean, you never expect what's going to happen tomorrow. Right?" Smiling, I look back down at my purse pulling out my necklace, then continuing to search for my debit card, my life line.

He responds "Yeah, I mean, I had no idea I'd get this invitation. It's one of those designer bag events, tomorrow night. I have business cards on order but they don't come in until Friday."

My prints were ready and he catches a glance. "Are you an actress?" I respond, no, but that I'd like to be and I'd had an audition. "They asked me to drop off headshots, so here I am." I further indicate that, I'm to drop them off today, obviousifying that I'm doing this last minute just as he is with his business cards.

He passes me one of his new business cards, "I sell real estate. So when you make it big and need a million dollar apt give me a call." I pass him one of mine, like a true salesperson he glances at it and as he leaves; "Nice meeting you, Eve." I respond, quickly realizing that in the shuffle of my own papers I hadn't a chance to look at his card to catch his name, "Nice meeting you as well." I say smiling.

Upon exiting the girl behind the counter and I exchange a glance, smirk and roll our eyes at the ironic humor of the situation. Handing over my receipt she says, "'And it all started at Staples.'" "Bound to happen, I'm here often enough." We laugh.

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