The Glass Came With
I can hear the trolley approaching, although I'm staring at the chipped red polish thru my peekaboo heels.
"You definitely went too hard getting dressed dude", I think to myself. To be fair, it was a blind date and I was told formal wear to an Italian bistro, not a pizzeria that happened to have a liquor license. I dig around in my coat pocket, grateful for its enveloping comfort as I wait to board the trolley, searching for the ticket I had just purchased and feeling it tap my fingertips and easing the slight anxiety itch that had started to creep in. I maneuver myself up the steps and slide into a windowed corner ready to sink into whatever sulking defeat awaited.
