Register discount.
“So, you were right,” my friend Mercedes finally conceded the other night. “She’s…”
“Busted,” I reiterated what I had been drilling into her for the past several months, an effort to assuage the sting of rejection left by the abrupt exodus of an aesthetically, not to mention emotionally, unworthy former lover.
“Well…Not quite ‘busted,’ ” still – she attempted to soften the blow, “So much as…”
“Slightly damaged? Like, take that can up front and request a few nickels off?”
“Yes! NO! Yeah…Shoot.”
“Mmhmm,” I nodded, grateful that she finally seems to have regained some perspective. “Register – discount.”
Go on; use the phrase yourselves. Physical insults are cheap and cruel when tossed in the subject’s face, but everyone has experienced a similar pain and sometimes we must stoop to private pettiness in order to achieve closure and enlightenment.
