Ad Wars
Bridgid went outside to pick up the morning paper. She brought it back to the kitchen table and set it there. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she opened the paper and began to scan it.
There it was, on page three.
"Residents of The Glen. Commander John Aubrey respectfully requests the hand of Bridgid Morgan in marriage. Madam, I would hope you answer yes."
Her very first thought was to smile a little but then she thought about it. Was he serious? After all the years they'd been together did he think she'd accept a marriage proposal like that? Where was the romance? Where was the bended knee? Where the hell was the engagement ring?
She knew he loved her and she loved him but this was far too much for her to swallow.
"You bloody cur!" she growled knowing full well he was not in earshot.
It only took her a few minutes to pack a bag with a few necessities. Without so much as a note, she was out the door. A few minutes later she stopped by the newspaper office.
"Cal, how are you?"
He looked up from his desk and smiled. "Bridgid Morgan. Why did I know you were going to either drop by or call me this morning?"
"it wouldn't take a rocket scientist. Can I place a counter-ad to the Captains lovely proposal?"
Cal picked up a pen and pad. "Alright, Bridgid, give it to me."
Dropping her bag to the floor, she crossed her arms and thought for a moment.
"Please say this...."
Residents of the Glen, Bridgid Morgan respectfully declines to accept the proposal of Commander John Aubrey and he knows why. Sir, I would hope you understand why. If you would like to find me, I'll be at Millie's."With that she sniffed, then sniffed again and then she started to cry. Cal being the gentleman stood to give her a hug.
"Bridgid, I'm sure he meant to do it that way to make you happy," Cal said. She wiped her nose on his shirt and he cringed.
"Too bad. I thought he was in love with me. I thought wrong."
"Sorry, honey."
She backed up and wiped her nose again. "So you'll put the ad in?"
"Yep, just pay me for it and it'll be in tonight's paper."
Still sniffling she bent down to dig her wallet out of her bag. She handed Cal the cash. "Thanks."
He put the cash into the top drawer of his desk. Cal shook his head as she left. "Well, at least this could end up being profitable for the Glen Times," he said to no one in particular.