How does it feel to be a part of an industry that’s sole purpose is to make single people feel bad about themselves?
I mean, here they are just trying to live their lives and in comes the delivery guy.
Just for a minute, you think to yourself, “Hey, these could totally be for me…” and then the delivery guy turns the corner.
it’s not for you, and the disappointment shows on your face.
You try not to cry, but as you’re eating your egg salad sandwich alone in the handicapped stall of the bathroom, you can’t help but feel a little bit bad about yourself…
Thanks for that Teleflora.