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Shiftless Loser before/after As I wandered through the endless aisles of capitalisim at my local mega-white-trash store, on a dull and dreary night, I saw many couples. Not young couples, nor old. Just old enough to have formed some sort of resemblence to each other. And I wondered, is this what life has to offer? Friday nights of wine and excess gone to consumerism and faux dates at the local superstore? (and am I having a Carrie Bradshaw moment?) I wondered fleetingly, trying to buy something to cheer my spirits on a day full of defeats, minor though they were, and I ran into a woman with whom I went to high school. She was cute, and still is, with blonde curly hair, sensitivity and a certain pragmatisim. There was always a little untapped chemistry, and will remain so. She has a child. Had been married for seven years, then got divorced. Married seven years. We chatted, talked about how we both missed the reunion. I gave her a hug, and sent her on her way. "Are you married?" she asked. "Married? No. See, I'm a shiftless loser." I said, "We don't tend to do that type of thing."
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