the container store

we were walking
down the boulevard
in arlington,
not hand in hand,
because well, we
we weren't quite
a hand in hand kind
of couple just yet,
we were in relationship
limbo, both trying
to decide what we would
be, if anything at all.
we were more a shoulder
to shoulder couple
at this point, with an
occasional bump to let
each other know
we were there, she was
still buying her own
coffee, and splitting
the bill at five guys,
but as i said we were
walking late one
night, almost nine,
and she let out a
shriek that curdled
my blood, and popped
the drum in my left ear.
and i said what, what
is it. and she screamed
a CONTAINER STORE,
i can't believe it,
right here, a CONTAINER
STORE. can we go in,
can we please? why,
i said. it's just boxes,
and clothes hangers,
and stuff like that,
and she said, oh no,
oh my, you have no idea
how wonderful this store
is. come on, please,
let's go in she pleaded.
quickly, it's going
to close. she was jumping
up and down and her face
was flushed with joy,
and so i said, sure,
okay and shrugged, why
not, let's go, and then
she took my hand and
kissed me like she
never had before. things
were about to change
i thought as i pulled out
my american express card.