As I slaved away at work today, a chap came in with a look of neutered interest, and began half-glancing at a few of the cards we had on the stands. ‘Let me know if you need a hand with anything,’ I said, met with a half-smile from him. He told me he had an idea, but he wasn’t too sure about it. I told him I’d help if I could. This how the rest of the interaction played out.
‘I’m looking to get a “Sorry you’re leaving” card. Like, a funny sort of “oh well, never mind” type style.’
I showed him a few, and he sort of seemed a bit off about the whole idea. I asked if it was someone leaving a place or a job or what, and he replied thusly:
‘Oh, well here’s the thing. He’s not technically “leaving“, as it were. Uh. He just has really serious cancer. I thought… maybe it’d be funny?’
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is my new favourite person.