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SAM CLUB DAY ‘16

Well, it is. And I will do something about it. Enough of all this indolence on my part and all that insolence on your
part. To hell with acquiescing to any feigned female guilelessness. You seek Equality? Ye seek and ye shall find. I
will place and balance everyone on the same scales. No one is innocent. Naivety is a crime. No more falling for
any sugar-coa ng. To hell with Chivalry. It is an an quated concept, anyway; just some cooked-up balderdash of
The Middle Ages. Ac on, from now on. Goodbye to Ethical Sloth.

“Oh!” You check your watch strapped to the slender, demure wrist that I once silently fell in love with. There is a
whistle from the locomo ve. The train brimming with passengers slowly starts. The train of thought suddenly
stops.

I throw one of my bags over my shoulders. The other, I grasp with one hand. I pretend to be looking with unusual
interest at the train standing at the adjacent pla orm. My peripheral vision is concentrated at the Luggage
Situa on.

Perhaps you have given up any hope you might have had. You secure a ght grip on The Heavy Bag. You try to li
it with both arms. You falter once but finally it is over your shoulders. You sigh, you puff. Then just as you are
bending over The Heavier Bag lying on the pla orm, I hear my own renegade voice -
“Wait, Miss. Let me carry that for you.”

“Oh, thank you so much.” You turn your head and straighten up. And then you smile. There is a gentle tap on my
elbow. And a li le lustre in your lovely, lucid eyes. Oh, what would I not give? Or li , if that is what is needed.

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