For a while, we said nothing so happy to be reunited again. We simply held hands, there were few other options, and I said to her, "My Miss Verizon Pumpkin Lady, it is wonderful to run into you again. You look marvellous, and this arm of yours , well it is very sexy and the black box, mysterious, intriguing, alluring, such an original way to put yourself together, I love it."

Bending over so no one could hear, I asked her,
"But are you sure you are not a bit squashed, cramming your head inside and all, is it dark in there, how do you read at night before you go to sleep? Does it get lonely in the box? How do you know if it is day or night?"

She did not reply to my questions, all of a suddenI heard, a deep mournful cry coming from inside the box.

"FIND HIM, FIND MY VALENTINE. Tell him I am here, waiting for him and I am sexier than ever, both inside and outside the box."

Of course I agreed to do my best. She described the certain Verizon customer who stole her heart, always dressed in black, an Asian warrior of the night with a wry sense of humor and cute smile. "His Name," she offered, "His Name...". She stopped and her hand went limp for a moment. "Oh Lady of the Box, What is Wrong?" I asked, quite startled by her sudden weakness of constitituion.

"I grow weak by my empty heart," I heard her whisper. "I am nothing without the man who's name begins with J". And that was all the words she could muster. I took her hand and held it firm.

"Dear Lady of the Box, I will make it my utmost of priorities to search out your hopeful beloved--I WILL FIND YOUR VALENTINE! And you shall be happy with him and live without vanity--your worries of having to diet will be no more and you will eat again. This black box will no longer be needed!!

She let go of my hand weakly, her thumb and index finger quivered together to signal the "ok" sign and I hurried off--Only 10 more days to Valentines Day.