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Signs…
So I work at this crazy shop in West City's little china district. 'Chic' We sell fabric, and do alterations. On a side note, you can buy some old books on weird stuff, and buy things that will surely get you put in jail for manufacturing it. Yes, I work for Mrs. Shu Lou. She calls it an internship, I call it a job. Did I mention I'm in school studying fashion design? Well, FYI I just did.
Mrs. Shu Lou, or call her Rosie, asks me why I'm late. She not mad at me just curious. I recap my morning so far. I swear she and Marcel think a like.
"So what are you going to do with it?" Rosie inquiring about the wallet I 'stumbled' across.
"Return it of course" I reply. Not exactly liking that little twinkle in her eye, "What?"
"Oh, just it could be the 'prince' destine to be with you"
I sigh. My head hurts. I did not want to get into this again.
"What, if not a guy's wallet," I stop realizing how stupid that just sounded.
"Well, who does it belong to?" she asks me, from behind the counter. She received a new shipment of beautiful silk fabric. Eggplant in color.
I opened the wallet. About six credit cards, two hundred dollars cash, a few unused condoms, and a driver license that expires two days from now. I read the information on the license:
Trunks Briefs…5'7….D.O.B….blah…blah. I do admit that he is very good looking man.
Rosie still insists that it's no coincidence that I found his wallet…in accordance to my horoscope…I going to set 'on my path to happiness' as I seek to return the lost wallet."
I again rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Rosie," and go back to sorting the fabric out.
She lets me go for today after three hours of work. She gives me some of the silk eggplant fabric.
"Here, maybe this will impress you teacher," she smiles at me and practically kicks me out the shop. Rosie was nice to lean me fabric when I had major project to do. My teacher like my designs for gowns, and dresses so much he assign me another project. Make another dress. Wow. What a challenge.
I make my way home, with my fabric in hand; I'll have all weekend to work on it.
Patches, my feline roommate, greets me warmly. She's a black cat with white paws, and amber eyes. Sometimes I think Patched can fully understand me. I wouldn't be surprise if we just started a conversation. I show her the wallet. She gives me a quizzical look, if cats can have looks like that.
"Let's go give it back to the nice man, k?" I grab my backpack, which she comfortably settles in. I put the wallet in with her. "You are in charge of keeping it safe, understood?"
"Meow"
I put my fabric on the couch; check my cd player for batteries, and the address again. I check my cash stash. Not enough for a taxi but enough for a subway token. The guy lived on the other side of town. A long way from me.
I going to have to catch the A line to downtown, which would get me 3 quarters of the way there, and I'll be three blocks away from his neighborhood.
Well, I had half a day to kill in anyway.
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Getting mugged and chasing down the perk, wasn't exactly what I call a perfect day. Dodging a weaving in out of the human traffic, it's a good thing Patches came with me. Took the man by surprise. I guess he opened the bag and there Patches was leaping out and attaching herself to his face. I catch up to them. He managed to pull her off, only to come connected with my fist. Double down. I check the contents of my bag, everything is there, even the wallet. Patches leaps back in my backpack.
I go back to the booth and buy my token.
That's the problem with catching the sub train, you're not exactly sure that, if the train stops that it's the destination you need to be. Stepping off the platform and on the train is the equivalent to a leap faith. You only hope it's as close as possible to where you are going; it's not ideal way to travel, but hey you meet lots of interested people.
Like this crazy lady with a gypsy scarf tied around her head. Crazy? Yes, she is, because she points at me and yells 'You!' Grabbing the attention of everyone on the train; but she gets up and comes sits right by me, and talks.
"Something you loss will be returned to you, and happiness will come" she gets off at the next stop. I draw in a deep breathe. Another weirdo.
"Whatever" I say to myself. I get off the train when it makes its last stop. Gate C—Downtown District.
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I make my way uptown, happy to breathe in the cancer-causing air. I look for some reason, I don't know why, but I just do. I see something. Its not a bird. It's not a plane. I don't what it is, but look like a man. Flying?
A figment of my imagination. Yeah, that what it was. People can't fly.
Superman. Right
I find the apartment, but nobody's home to buzz me in. Well, I wasn't going to wait there all day. I'm hungry.
Sal's Deli and newsstand, is according to him, has the best turkey sandwiches in West city. I couldn't ague with that since I got a 'NewsDay' magazine, a turkey sandwich on rye, and a bottle of water for $6 bucks.
I split my sandwich with Patches. I ponder my next move. I didn't know where he worked until I pulled out my Newsday magazine. It had a feature article on the world's most eligible bachelors, but that wasn't what caught my attention. On the cover was Trunks Briefs, the guy that lost his wallet. I flip to the article talking about him.
"Trunks Briefs, 24, Ceo of Capsule Corporation…." I didn't read the rest because now I knew where he worked.
I make my way back to business district, where capsule Corp took up about half of the downtown area. The building itself looks like well…I rather not explain. It just on of those you have to see it for yourself.
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The inside is huge; I think half the city's population worked there. I didn't know exactly where his office was, but I sure the girl at the Information would be helpful. Wrong.
'Miss Sunshine' was in a very bitchy mood, and it got worse when I asked her where Mr. Briefs' office is.
"Everyone wants to see him," growling at me, and then adds "HIFL, every woman in this damn building 'needs' to see him!"
Right. She needs something, like a tranquilizer. He must be a major playboy. I didn't really see why every woman wanted to just throw themselves at him. Sure he was handsome, but he could be a major jerk. There had to be more to him than just, a pretty face, power, and wealth.
"Thank you for the information," I smile and walk away from her, resolved to fine the office myself.
I ride the elevator hoping that if I guess right, the floor I open to would lead me to his office. Good luck. There are about 2oo floors in this building, and not all of them are office spaces. I wasn't going to be pushing buttons all day long, one floor at a time. Nope, I stuck to guessing.
Somewhere on the 150th floor, I about giving up on finding this guy, until I saw a crowd of people in suits surrounding this poor man. He look extremely pissed off, tired, and everything that falls under 'don't ask-me-how- my-day- was- at work". Poor guy, I feel sorry for him. Everyone talking all at once, all saying his name over and over "…Mr. Briefs…"
Well, I did come here to give him back his wallet. Easier said then done. I couldn't get anywhere near him. There was this blond chic, which was the loudest of them all, side swiped me into the ash tray can. The mob crowded him in the elevator. I didn't want to lose him. So I managed to squeeze in.
I think someone stepped on my foot. I think it's broken. I think I cracked my ribs. I think I'm going to past out from lack of oxygen.
***
We stop at the 155th floor. And was glad to get out, to think of the sheer chaos should someone let one lose in that tightly packed environment. A mob, full of mangers, secretaries, and just about every representative from their department hounded him all the way to his office. The blond girl is the only one that manages to get in the door. Meanwhile, his poor secretary, busy herself answering calls, and trying to calm the mob of middle managers.
At some point, I played a game of paper rock scissors with someone from middle management. All us of vying for a chance to meet with him. All of us had reasons, and we all thought our reason was more important than the rest. The door to his office cracks opened like the gates to heaven, and everybody wanted in. But I was out numbered, but I haven't given up the fight. I had an idea.
****
I don't remember why I said it was brilliant, or the fact I thought it was 'brilliant'. It was in fact stupid.
I do remember the secretary giving me the same answer the information girl gave me. Then I slam my fists on her desk, and yell "…because damn it I'm his fiancée!!" Well, it sounded good in my head.
Everyone stop talking, moving breathing. Except for the blond girl, who started yelling at me, and a fight ensued. Then security 'escorting' me out of the building and something about charges being dropped if I didn't step inside the building ever again.
I didn't realize that my struggle for survival my backpack went missing, along with my cat, and that guy's wallet. I hear thunder, and it starts to pour.
I have a long walk home.
*******
On my road to happiness? How about for almost going to jail for assault charges. What a terrible day, this is.
I'm soaking; cold, tired, and I almost went to jail. Why? I wanted to return his fucking wallet, because that would be the right thing to do! I didn't think I'll go through so much hassle to get his damn wallet back! Now to top it off, I loss my cat, and backpack, which, had my house keys in it by the way. Why, the fuck was I going home? It's not like I can go right in. I should've never picked that cursed wallet up. Why did I pick it up? Was it 'Fate and Density'? Was it a sign? Yeah, that I was having a bad day! Did I think I'll be some kind of hero, returning a missing wallet? No, what about me, where was my 'Superman'!
I take the train back home, happy somewhat I kept my money in my pocket, that crazy gypsy lady was there again.
Still repeating what she said earlier.
"Something you loss will be returned to you and than happiness…"
Loss? I loss my cat, my house keys, everything in my backpack…what else could possible lose!" I yell at her. She starts laughing. I'm too tired to even care. I know what's funny, my life…
"It's not material things, that you loss, child…"
I ponder this for a moment. My dad died six months ago, my Alex, died a year ago, right after he asked me to marry him. I turned to ask the lady something, but she was gone. I wanted to ask her is this how fate drops hints or signs to remind me how fuck my life is and there is nothing I can do about? But she not here to answer me anyway. Figures. Whenever you want a real answer to another WHY, question, no body's there to answer it for you. It's just you.
I sigh, and pull my soaked jacket closer to my body.
"Whatever, lady, whatever" I say quietly to myself.
A waltz for Zizzie…
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