My name is Teri. I am not a model, but I try to look my best. I could lose a few pounds but couldn’t we all. My job is a menial job as a cashier at a grocery store, not glamorous but it pays the bills. I am single and get my share of dates, but still have not found that Mr. Right.
Today after my shift I grabbed a little something to microwave at home… I know processed foods are so bad for you but I’m just too tired tonight to care. As I wait in line (we really need more cashiers) I see the latest Cosmopolitan magazine has come out. I am not what you would call a regular reader. I do regularly scan the titles on the cover though to see if something catches my eye.
When it was my turn, on a whim, I added the magazine to the meal and drink I had. It would give me, if nothing else, a laugh and quiz to take about my imaginary Mr. Right. I went to my apartment, prepared my microwave meal and snuggled up on the couch to learn, “How to keep Mr. Right.” It would be a quiet night of learning.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cosmopolitan