I’m taking back Comcast equipment that didn’t work. I’m in line. The Steve Harvey show is on. Steve is talking to an older asian woman, but evidently Comcast doesn’t care to hear what they’re saying because old Steve is on mute. So instead, arms locked with Comcast gear, I stand watching the images flick - a couple of yet to be discovered silent movie stars. The asian woman has a laser pointer and she’s hovering it over photos of couples sleeping in bed. The red dot dances over the space between them. And here they are wrapped in each other’s arms. And here they are turned away from one another. An early valentine to the misbegotten.
Steve’s spotted tie doesn’t match his striped jacket and he fidgets and pulls at the tie. Maybe all this talk of couples in beds makes him uneasy. Maybe there was no one in bed with him that morning to talk him out of that outfit.
And as I’m told to step forward to window four, my neck continues to crane towards Steve and the empty space. Towards the unfixable tie and the red dot that keeps the couples oh so far apart.