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people? It’s much more efficient and with far less mindless drivel. They don’t go on and on with needless pleasantries, or tell you all about their five ugly grandchildren while forcing you to pretend you are listening and make eye contact and all that.”
This earns a chuckle from me. “All that mindless drivel and needless pleasantries, as you so graciously put it, Wesley, is called connecting. Most people like to connect with others, form friendships, and bonds; the average person would much rather socialize with a human than a screen you know.”
He thinks on this for a moment and then proudly states, “And this is why they are only average.” This earns a full blown laugh from me. Even though my life may be changing at such a rapid pace, it’s nice to know some things are constant, and that Wesley Sanders most certain is.
“Thank you, Wes.”
“For what?”
“For being here with me. For always being there for me. You are my constant.”
“Well, for what it is worth, you are welcome, but it’s not exactly like I have a choice in this matter now do I?” This is very true, he didn’t, but if he did…
“And if you did, Wes? If you could pick, would you choose to stay with me, or go elsewhere? “He ponders on this for much longer than I’d like.
“The job would be the same; the only variable would be you?” he asks. I just nod.
“Well then, yes. I would pick being with you.” This earns a big smile from me until he adds, “Who else would know to always eat my tomatoes?!” Ever since we were kids Wes couldn't stand tomatoes. He used to freak out anytime there was one on his plate. I just started plucking them off his plate and eating them before a freak out would ensue. In turn he would eat my onions. I know I should let this go, it is Wes I’m dealing with, but as juvenile as it may be, I need to know that he needs me as much as I do him.
“I’m sure there are plenty of people who would eat your tomatoes, Wesley!”
“Yes but then I would have to ask them, and that can lead to all kinds of unpleasantness. This way it’s just a given.”
I huff loudly and turn to him “Just say I’m your best friend and you need me! Is that so hard Wes, to say you are happy we are going to be together because you love me?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown another head. “Of course I need and love you and you are my best friend. All of these things you already know, Roz. Why waste time stating the obvious? Sheesh, it must be a woman thing!” Just then the trained pulled up, saving me from having to respond.
Wes pops up so fast he almost knocks me over. I am half-worried he is going to pee his pants from excitement. “It’s here, it’s here, Roz!” He is literally bouncing up and down like a little kid.
“Yes, I can see that Wesley.” I stand up to join him on the platform.
A beautiful, shiny, silver train comes screaming into the port. The inside has only a very small seating section and I am guessing that only ten people could fit, tops. The chairs are a deep burgundy color, with yellow accents carved into the wood frame. The car is elegant, yet understated, like most things in our country, and you can tell it is well taken care of.
“From the size of the train, I was expecting it to be much bigger.”
“Oh it is, Roz. In fact, it’s pretty massive. But the trains were designed to be functional, remember. Only a few people are required to travel at a time, so they left a very small portion for seating. Everything else is made for cargo. I would love to be able to take a tour of the cargo area. I am already getting a few ideas of improvements that can be easily made.” This makes me laugh internally. Leave it to Wes to already be making changes on something we’ve been in for literally seconds. He hasn’t even seen more of the train and he’s already improving it.
“Well, once we get there
This earns a chuckle from me. “All that mindless drivel and needless pleasantries, as you so graciously put it, Wesley, is called connecting. Most people like to connect with others, form friendships, and bonds; the average person would much rather socialize with a human than a screen you know.”
He thinks on this for a moment and then proudly states, “And this is why they are only average.” This earns a full blown laugh from me. Even though my life may be changing at such a rapid pace, it’s nice to know some things are constant, and that Wesley Sanders most certain is.
“Thank you, Wes.”
“For what?”
“For being here with me. For always being there for me. You are my constant.”
“Well, for what it is worth, you are welcome, but it’s not exactly like I have a choice in this matter now do I?” This is very true, he didn’t, but if he did…
“And if you did, Wes? If you could pick, would you choose to stay with me, or go elsewhere? “He ponders on this for much longer than I’d like.
“The job would be the same; the only variable would be you?” he asks. I just nod.
“Well then, yes. I would pick being with you.” This earns a big smile from me until he adds, “Who else would know to always eat my tomatoes?!” Ever since we were kids Wes couldn't stand tomatoes. He used to freak out anytime there was one on his plate. I just started plucking them off his plate and eating them before a freak out would ensue. In turn he would eat my onions. I know I should let this go, it is Wes I’m dealing with, but as juvenile as it may be, I need to know that he needs me as much as I do him.
“I’m sure there are plenty of people who would eat your tomatoes, Wesley!”
“Yes but then I would have to ask them, and that can lead to all kinds of unpleasantness. This way it’s just a given.”
I huff loudly and turn to him “Just say I’m your best friend and you need me! Is that so hard Wes, to say you are happy we are going to be together because you love me?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown another head. “Of course I need and love you and you are my best friend. All of these things you already know, Roz. Why waste time stating the obvious? Sheesh, it must be a woman thing!” Just then the trained pulled up, saving me from having to respond.
Wes pops up so fast he almost knocks me over. I am half-worried he is going to pee his pants from excitement. “It’s here, it’s here, Roz!” He is literally bouncing up and down like a little kid.
“Yes, I can see that Wesley.” I stand up to join him on the platform.
A beautiful, shiny, silver train comes screaming into the port. The inside has only a very small seating section and I am guessing that only ten people could fit, tops. The chairs are a deep burgundy color, with yellow accents carved into the wood frame. The car is elegant, yet understated, like most things in our country, and you can tell it is well taken care of.
“From the size of the train, I was expecting it to be much bigger.”
“Oh it is, Roz. In fact, it’s pretty massive. But the trains were designed to be functional, remember. Only a few people are required to travel at a time, so they left a very small portion for seating. Everything else is made for cargo. I would love to be able to take a tour of the cargo area. I am already getting a few ideas of improvements that can be easily made.” This makes me laugh internally. Leave it to Wes to already be making changes on something we’ve been in for literally seconds. He hasn’t even seen more of the train and he’s already improving it.
“Well, once we get there
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