The last two weeks have been very draining helping a relative with funeral arrangements. Needless to say Larry's were not on the top of my list.
One of the errands that was handed to me was to drop off some items at the Funeral home. Uniform, shoes and photos in tow, I ventured off to meet the funeral director. Introductions were made and the transaction was very business like and somber. As I was looking through some of the photos, I felt tears started to well up. Mortuary Larry got up, walked over to me and handed me a box of tissues.
"Thank you", I said in between tears. A hand was gently placed on my shoulder for comfort.
"You must have been really close to him. I'm sorry for your loss."
I said yes and I spoke of my Uncle briefly. I thanked him and got up to leave.
"If there are any questions, do I have your number to call?", Larry asked. I told him that he could call my cousin and he should have his number. "Oh, yes. I have it on file."
I shake Larry's hand, thank him again and start to leave. He quickly fishes a business card from his jacket hands it to me and says, " If there is anything I can do or if you have any questions please call me."
Ummmm.. Is this a pick up? Is nothing sacred? Sorry Larry, your line of business is just too creepy for me even though you're cute. I can't even imagine telling my friends how we met. Eeewww!
xxoo - The Juggler