Jane, my former fellow-worker friend, who lives in Carmel-By-The-Sea, and had been visited by many of us from work.
Gleaning Clint as a third invitee at His Hog's Breath Cafe/Tavern, thanks to Jane<--impetus of my 114 miles (228 miles in total, down/up) drive from my San Francisco home, with the added feature, aside from Clint, is California's central coastline drive ... ala incredible folks.
It's been some time since the store episode/trapped-i/epic-sword, in-back at home recovering.
My phone rang during days that it did, of horrid prices and matching service, hmm--half a second or half a century.
Anyhow, tis Jane calling for a special invite to The Grand as her creative date/Clint cancelled last minute as he found her to be his perfect catch at 21 ... to a catch 22, so the lamb pulled out of the bag and clawed me.
I’ve seen much
I didn’t tell
I was a fellow worker
Invisible within the mist
But the other romance half
That I couldn’t see
Was destined with opportunity
While the workplace
Had those that saw
A peck, A touch
The silly stuff
The other half
With residential quarters
Was serious stuff
With no one to tell
A long kiss
A touch, In as much
When workplace romance
Was a fantasy
Workplace Romance
Was to satisfy the thought
The silly stuff
But the other half
Didn’t need to plan
Well equipped
With opportunity at hand
The workplace romance
Came home with mental
Normality’s, and a smile
Was greeted with a peck
And “I love you”
“How was your day”
And a big smile!
They had their way!