dear stranger,

last valentine’s day i spent at UNLV.  i got my lunch at subway and i was making chit chat with the guy working there.  he calls me ma’am, i’m grossed out. he asks me how my day is. i say it’s fine. i ask him how his day is, he says it’s horrible.  i jokingly say, “aw, how come? no valentine?” he proceeds to tell me his grandma died yesterday. i get a look of horror on my face.  he says, “oh! ten years ago.”