the Eggplant

I crashed hard when I got home. I'm still beat. I had a very long, agonizing day. I went to HQ today, got there a little late because of all the snow. My car got stuck in a small snowbank and I had to dig myself out.

I woke up to the merengue ring of my cell phone, missed the call, the number was unrecognizable to me, anyway. The voicemail icon popped up.

"Hey. It's me, eggplant. I heard you finally jumped ship. Gimme a call when you're ready to."

My first thought.

"MULIGNANE!?"

*Eggplant=Ron. I met Ron at my very first job here in Boston. He worked in the same office as me. He's Italian, and I have no idea why everyone [the men] nicknamed him the 'eggplant,' it being a racial slur. I wouldn't normally call someone this. In fact, I didn't know it was a racial slur. I'm glad someone explained it to me before I went out calling everyone and their mother an eggplant back then.

My second thought.

"Why is he calling me after all these years?"

*I used to think Ron was handsome. Very clean cut, always professional. He was definitely eye candy for me but I thought I'd never be on his radar. I always thought his radar consisted of women, well, other than me.

I was wrong. A few years ago, after I left the job he gave me a call out of the blue. It was an awkward moment because it was Thanksgiving and I was having dinner with my [ex]boyfriend's family. It was awkward to hear from him. He wanted to hang out over the weekend, I told him I'd give him a call.

I never did.


I wanna know who told him I 'finally jumped ship.'

I'm goin' back to bed.