Why I did what I had to do............does this help you understand?

Question

The subway air was dank and cold, commuters numbly filing in quiet, damp columns in and out of the station. You always hated Monday mornings. But this one was particularly difficult.

"Goodbye, forever," I said....again. Still, you looked at me dumbstruck.

A woman towing two children behind her looked at us briefly, frowned, and kept going up the escalator.

"That's it?" you said, finally. "After everything you and I fought for, and promised each other, you're leaving?"

"Yes."

The word had barely left my lips when you slapped me. I recoiled, massaging the searing flesh with my free hand. Then I watched you storm away, your serene lilac overcoat quickly swallowed up in the teeming blue mist, the roar of trolleys obscuring what I imagined were your soft, yet heaving, sobs.

"Tough break," murmured a vagabond, who'd watched from the dumpster.

"Mmm," I said, still rubbing my cheek. But inside, I smiled.

The last Chocodile back home was finally ALL mine......

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Chocodile.jpg

Answer 1

Dammit man! I would've bought you another Chocodile.....if you'd only asked! Hope the chocodile can keep you warm at night too...*sob* snot running down face....

Answer 2

It was a humid summer night in the city ... The kind of night that kisses you one minute and slaps you the next.
I heard the sharp clicking of heels on tile long before the dame entered my office.
The scent of lilacs wafted into the room, matched evenly by the color of her overcoat. But it wasn't just perfume that curled my nostrils; there was also the seemingly palpable odor of purpose .... and revenge.
Angst and anger, not just neighbors in the emotional dictionary ... A bad combination, no matter how you slice it.

She strode into the room with no hesitation. This wasn't a social call, this was business. Her eyes were full of grim determination, which would have been impressive, had it not been plainly obvious that they've seen their fair share of tears recently.
This was a woman scorned ... and the fact that she was in my office was proof indeed that Hell hath no fury like her ...

"I hear you're a man who knows how to get things ...", she stated, cutting right to the chase.
"I've been known to locate an object or two", I paused, draining my shotglass of Root Beer, "Care to have a seat?"
"I'll stand. This won't take long."
"Been talking to my ex, have you?", I shot in, immediately wishing I could take it back. The last thing this dame wanted was to hear about was exes ...
"My name is ...", she began, but I silenced her with a wave.
"First things first. No names. You came here because you want something that someone else has. I only need a 'what' and a 'where'. No 'who' and definitely no 'why'. I didn't get my reputation from knowing details."
"How much?", she stated flatly.
"Depends on what it is, and how badly you want it." This was the best part of the job, seeing just how far people will go to obtain what they want.
She pulled an envelope from her purse and laid it on the cheap wooden desk. I got the sense that she had traveled this road before ...
I pulled the photo from it's paper coffin and gave it the once-over. An old familiar feeling passed through me. The feeling of trouble.
"Well?", she asked. Anger was giving over to impatience.
"An item like this", I gestured to the photo, "is going to be guarded. It's not going to be candy and babies here ..."
"I want it. No matter the cost."
A few seconds passed before I had her answer. The price I'd be willing to risk my life for.
"Two Grand. Plus expenses. Write the location of the item on the back, and a phone number where I can reach you once the job's done."
The scratching of pen on polaroid was the only noise between us. When she looked back up at me, the fire was back in her eyes.
"If he gets in the way ...", she paused, "I assume you know what to do ..."
"You paid for a retrieval, you'll get a retrieval. That's all you need to know."
The dame reshouldered her purse and made for the door, leaving me with a parting that made my blood run hollow.
"Speaking of exes, you come highly recommended from yours. I don't think she'd appreciate you failing me." It was her turn to grin, all shark and no smile.
And with that, she was gone ...
The scent of lilac lingered ...

Answer 3

This Is Just To Say ~William Carlos Williams


I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold


Do what you have to. The plums were delicious. The Chocodile is all yours... :)

Answer 4

BUT, you don't know what all I did to that Chocodile before leaving home that morning. Out of curiosity, did I get ALL of the hairs out of it?

Answer 5

Hey! I own a lilac overcoat! Things are no more clearer, though.

Answer 6

Yes i understand....you fell madly in love with the vagabond, i get it now! No hard feelings, bud.

Answer 7

thats what you think, sucker, as she rushes home through the blue mist to the last, unguarded chocoldile and the rest of the ice cold milk.
}:-D

Answer 8

I would have done it for a Klondike bar

Answer 9

I can't believe you have
asked over 1500 questions...
Were they all like this one?

Answer 10

Beautiful!! well said!! it's all becoming clear now.....