GUNS & ROSES ( Wrong band, right theme)

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I love this story because it has everything a good story should have: A conflict, a climax and a conclusion, but I’ll skip to the Good Parts.
SETTING: It started with a ring (not the shiny, glitzy kind, but the more annoying kind — that of a cell phone) and 38 Special (not the police issued weapon of destruction, but the country-fried rock band of the ’80s).
I am fine with the band 38 Special, it’s just with music comes memories. For some reason this band always makes me think of bad dates in a Camaro with a big eagle detailed on the hood. I have a co-worker who is stuck, stuck in the ’80s, that’s a tough decade for rock! Yikes, I’ll take my stuck in the ’60s flashback music any day.
CONFLICT: OK, so it rings and it rings and she takes phone call after phone call (part of her work, when it rings, she sells) and I keep thinking, man, I should never have gone out with him or man, we should never have driven so fast.
After about three months of me re-evaluating my adolescence, I finally decide to crimp her individual style and say, “GIRL, YOU GOTTA CHANGE THAT RING TONE!”
About a month later, she says “Hey Granny” I changed my ringtone. The good news doesn’t last long before she got her first call. There it is again, ANOTHER 38 Special ringtone. I don’t know about you and maybe it’s my old age, but doesn’t one 38 special song sound like another?

Segue to my weekend hobby — garage saling. There it is in a pile of rubble (where it probably

They were made for each other!

They were made for each other!

belonged), a concert shirt from that very special band. I was giggling so much, I almost couldn’t count change! Of course I had to share the story with the merchant. It was a magical moment.

I got to the part when she changed the ring tone, when the 40-something bargain seller butted in and finished my sentence for me – “SHE CHANGED IT TO ANOTHER 38 SPECIAL TUNE.” That was an instant bond, we laughed and laughed while the other shoppers and sellers checkedtheir watches.

CLIMAX: In the Fall of ’89 my 38-lovin’ co-worker, met and fell in love with her husband. This year they celebrated their 14 anniversary. On the blessed day she received a mouth-dropping gorgeous bouquet of flowers. The card had the sweetest endearment ever, “Happy Anniversary. Wear the 38 Special T-Shirt Tonight!”
CONCLUSION: MY WORK HERE IS DONE!