“This princess-cut ring will look lovely on your finger since your hand is so small. So, when is the wedding?” asks the smiling sales associate, pretending to care as she watches the short blond with green eyes lift her six-month old son over of the glass counter, loaded with gold and diamonds arranged conveniently and delicately in wedding sets.
“The wedding is in January, but we have been married six months,” said the young mom.
“See, they are married and buying rings after their wedding too,” said a woman in her late thirties.
“Yeah, but they still got that newly married feeling of excitement and hope,” her inconvenienced husband said.
“How many I help you?” asked the sales associate.
“Bands. We need wedding bands,” he said.
“It seems like you are in a hurry. When are you getting married?”
“Twelve years ago,” said the man.
“I won’t ask,” said the sales girl who loses her concentration as four loud kids roll into the store with a large blue double stroller.
“Dad, the baby won’t stay in the stroller,” said the oldest.
“So, that is what you have been up to for the past twelve years. You have a beautiful family, “she said.
The actual ring purchasing goes swiftly with identical replacements selected for both her and him. White gold for him and yellow gold for her. Simple and modest – just as they were when they first married.
He looks at his wife and says, “Go ahead and tell her what you need. So, you don't make the same mistake again.”
‘Ma’am, may I please have my husband’s ring engraved,”
“Certainly. What would you like it to read?”
“Non-Flushable.”
In an effort to maintain professionalism, the sales associate tries not laugh but after turning a faint shade of lavender, she violently released her laugh and said: “You are not the first ones and sometimes our emotions get the best of us.”
“Yes, that is why we don’t have any firearms in our house,” he said.
Note to Handsome Husband: I promise the next time, I go on a destructive binge I’ll only throw out the stuff your mother gave me. Thank you for loving me and not locking me up. The new ring looks as beautiful on your finger as the original did twelve years ago.
