I was carrying an armload of groceries and trying to open the door when the bottom of the bag decided it had had enough and have up, sending the contents tumbling to the floor.
“I could use a hand,” I said to my boyfriend who was in his usual spot on the couch.
“Sorry babe,” he said, “you know how it is.”
“Sometimes I wish you could help.”
“Hey you knew how I was when you met me.”
He said it with a smile that most days would get him out of anything.
“You know,” he said, “that wouldn’t happen if you’d bring the canvas bags.”
“I forgot. Maybe you can go shopping next time and then you can use whatever bags you want.”
I gathered the groceries from the floor, and ran to the kitchen before I dropped everything.
“You forgot your phone here.”
“I left it here on purpose. I didn’t want any amendments to the grocery list while I was out.”
“That was one time.”
“You do it every time I go the store.”
“Sorry, sometimes I get peckish when you’re out. That’s when the ideas come.”
“I have no idea why I put up with you.”
“It’s either my charm or because I’m devastatingly handsome. I’ll let you decide.”
He sat there smiling knowing I’d eventually give him an answer.
“Anyway, you got a message while you were out.”
“Who is it from?”
“I have no idea.”
“You didn’t look?”
“You overestimate how much I pay attention to the goings on between you and your friends.”
I picked up my phone.
“It’s from Melissa.”
“Oh mystery solved then.”
“Charlie just left her.”
“Good for Charlie.”
“That’s not very nice.”
“Melissa’s not very nice hence why Charlie left.”
“He didn’t just leave. He ghosted her.”
“Ghosted. You know, he just disappeared. Cut off all communication. No phone. Not texts. Nothing.”
“I find that term highly offensive.”
The realization hit me, “I didn’t know. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he said smiling, “you haven’t been dating a ghost that long. You don’t know the rules.”