Marketing Beef by Rick Bettencourt

Author:Rick Bettencourt
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: humor, betrayal, tender, selfgrowth, job loss, accountant, ad agency, introver
Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing

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Dillon stood in my living room. He was dressed for hiking, in a pair of Levis, North Face hiking boots, a Kings of Leon concert T-shirt, and his Red Sox baseball cap. He had arrived right on time. “I didn’t want to send them after we got back from camping,” he said. “I couldn’t wait. They’ll still be fresh when we get back Sunday.”

I looked over at the display I had put on the island between the dining area and the kitchen. I had never had anyone buy me flowers before, let alone have them delivered. “Dillon, I don’t…I was so shocked.” I looked back at him, reached out and kissed him. “Thank you. You’re…you’re the best.”

He gave a dismissive wave. “Ah.”

I looped my finger into the back of his pants and led him into the kitchen. “I have a little surprise for you, too.” I held out a hand. “Nothing fancy.”

“A surprise for me?”

I pulled out a seat for him to sit down at the café table. “It’s not much, but…” I went to the counter and grabbed a bag of still-warm muffins and some coffee, which were away from his view, on the other side of the refrigerator. “I know you like blueberry muffins.” I walked over and put them down on the table. “There’s this little bakery up the street that makes them. They’re to die for. They just came out of the oven.”

He patted his stomach. “I thought I was watching my girlish figure.”

I peeked over the table, in obvious exaggeration, and looked down at his crotch. “There ain’t nothing girlish about you.”

He chuckled, pulled the bag closer, opened it and sniffed. “Ah, heavenly.” He put his nose in the bag and took another whiff. “Umm.”

“Well, we could sit and smell them.” I sat down. “Or eat them.”

He looked up. “How about both? Why don’t we take them in the car and eat along the way? I want to get up there.”

I pushed my seat back and slapped my thighs. “Great idea.”

I went over to the television to shut it off. “You heard, right?”

“Heart attack.”

I turned. Dillon was right behind me. “Poor guy,” I said.

“Poor?” he asked.

“You know what I mean.”

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