that is just odd. Why would one enter a department store to eat? If eating is your only mission you should visit a building solely designed to satisfy your hunger. Eating in this restaurant should be a privilege only enjoyed by those who truly intend to purchase an item from the store. No, better yet, access to this restaurant should only be granted to those who have proof of a purchased item, a receipt is most appropriate. There should be a security guard on the lookout for fashionable window shoppers who only walk about for five minutes heavily pretending to be searching for something, something precise and equally pretending not to have found it. After their disappointment they cheerfully head to the restaurant supposedly making their visit not entirely pointless. I spot three of them now, with their cups of tea and small pieces of cake – so transparent. The restaurant trespassers are almost as transparent as my dear
best friend. She has finished her soup and I can tell she feels much better than when we first entered the department store. Her soon to be ex-husband is still on her mind but she is capable of experiencing joy. And that is where most victims of divorce fail. They probably are not familiar with the shopping-lunch date remedy. I cannot think of one unwanted emotion that this activity cannot cure. You must have the shopping-lunch date with the right person though. I can feel the urge escape my body. I am convinced I can hold out another two weeks. Life has its ways of keeping you alive. As my dear best friend takes care of the bill I bow my head and giggle. We descend the escalator and head outside where it is raining. We share a warm embrace in front of the entrance of the department store. I turn left and head to the bakery, fishing the coins in my pocket. As long as I can experience joy I am fine.