Wanna hear a poignant story about love and loss, tragedy and joy, separation and reunion? I knew you would.
Once upon a time at a store not too far away, a plastic toy fishing set was brought to the service desk counter. The set had two magnetic fishing poles, two blue fish, two sting rays, two of another underwater creature that I don’t remember right at this moment, but only one octopus. And so the service desk worker girl had no choice but to repackage the fishing set, scan it, scan the printer, print a label, and put an orange and white “as is” sticker on it.
The next day, someone found a lonely plastic octopus sitting all by himself in the corner of a shopping cart. The service desk worker girl’s heart was heavy as she threw the octopus away. Oh, the irony. The cruel, cruel irony. Unfortunately, someone had already bought the incomplete fishing set and now there was no hope for the octopus to be reunited with his mate.
Or was there?
The next day a woman and her son approched the service desk to return an incomplete toy fishing set. “Service desk worker girl!” Called the store manager. “What did you do with that plastic octopus?”
The service desk worker girl plunged her hand into the nearby garbage can, pulled out the missing octopus, and slipped it into place inside the plastic packaging, right next to its mate.
“Perfect!” Said the customer.
“Yay!” Said the customer’s son.
“Oh, that makes me so happy!” Said the manager.
“Hey look! All the fish are so excited that they’ve started a conga line and are dancing around the sides of the box!” Said the service desk worker girl.
The customer, her son, and the manager stared at the girl as if her head was a transparent sphere with a seven-legged hamster running laps inside.