Valentine’s Day Humor Lost On Me

With so much loss and sadness as of late, let me add a little levity to our day, now that I can laugh about it. With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, I can’t help but reflect on a happening some years ago, when I was in my late twenties. I probably perceived some rather frivolous things more seriously than I should. I was working 12 to 16 hour days, six days a week in a building where the majority of the employees were male (probably 99 percent). I only knew of one other woman in the building. She was a married dispatcher in the police station downstairs. Even though the odds of dating were in my favor, it wasn’t happening. I worked way too many hours and really had no time for a social life. I was on great terms with everyone I worked with, so coming to work was quite enjoyable and laughter was an integral part of the office relationships even though every day was arduous for all and felt like each overlapped the next. Valentine’s Day was a few days away, and I overheard the guys talking about the flowers, dinners and such they were planning for their significant others, and sometimes they even asked me what a woman might like, which made me feel appreciated and very sisterish.

On Valentine’s Day, I approached the morning very low key and got busy with work immediately to distract myself, so I wouldn’t feel left out on “heart day.” Around noon one of the guys I worked with handed me a big card. I started blushing right away and (with red hair and an ivory face) it was very noticeable. The gesture was totally unexpected, so I was surprised, but I also felt relief wash over me when I took the card. I thought, how nice it was that he thought to give me a Valentine’s Day card. My giddiness nearly reverted to my eight-year-old self, when Ricky Wall gave me a purple, construction paper heart and a bag of butterscotch. When I opened the envelope, the picture on the card was very pretty; an arrangement of colorful flowers and on the heart in the center it said “Will You Be My . . . . . . . . , ” then I opened the card to read “Groundhog?” with a picture of a groundhog below the word.

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All the guys were standing around smiling, waiting for my reaction. I kept staring at the word groundhog and it felt like I had been standing there frozen in place for 10 minutes, when actually it was only a few seconds. My eyes started welling up, and I ran to the bathroom where I cried until my eyes swelled shut. I guess it was supposed to be a funny joke, but whether it was the stress of the job, the longing for a valentine of my own or maybe it was just that time of the month, I didn’t take it quite so funny. I put cold water on my face in an attempt to return my look to pre-humiliation, but red eyes and a puffy pink nose were evident when I returned to my desk, where dead silence hung heavy in the air and everybody, including me, looked like we needed rocks to crawl under. Then later that afternoon, the same guy, my supposed-to-be friend, walked up to my desk and placed a long white box in front of me. My body stiffened like setting concrete, wondering, what now, roadkill? He said, “Go ahead and open it, it’s safe.” When I lifted the lid, I found a dozen, bright and beautiful, red “mercy” roses, which caused me to cry again. He said he was “truly sorry about the card, it was only meant as a joke they really thought I would laugh over.” It was a very embarrassing Valentine’s Day for me. All I had hoped on that day was to not get noticed as ‘no one’s valentine,’ but my unexpected emotional reaction to their intended joke and the similar outburst during the follow-up apology effort are legendary and will hang in the hall of “My Worst (but only now funny) Valentines Days Ever.” Thanks readers, for letting me verbalize this and get it off my chest, as it has been a very heavy burden for many years. : ) Sounds very . . well almost, funny now – but it wasn’t so funny then. Now that I’m a wildlife rehabilitator and although I don’t work with groundhogs on the coast, maybe the question was meant as a compliment. Groundhogs are kinda cute!

Happy Valentine’s Day Hugs to Everyone! (and if someone gives you a card that likens you to a large, furry buck-tooth rodent, laugh really hard! Words are funnier now that I write.)

Photo credit goes to HogHaven.com. Visit them sometime to see how interesting, smart and cute groundhogs truly are, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.

Linda Bergman-Althouse, author of “Save Them All”

 

6 thoughts on “Valentine’s Day Humor Lost On Me

  1. I think that is a wonderful story – thank you so much for sharing with us.

    At least you did a card – and roses x

    I am sure you would have had some wonderful ones since – but maybe none quite so memorable.

    I am catching up on all your posts – it may take me some time

    LOL

  2. I wonder what my reaction would be if I got a card like that from my husband? I might just be happy, since he’s not much of a romancer. But in the context of your story, I think I’d have cried just like you did.

  3. Oh I remember just such a feeling one time when I was feeling rather heavy…had gained a few pounds and my husband and I were talking about a woman in our church who is delightful and lovely and thin. He made a complimentary statement about her, and then turned to me and said…But Honey you are so beautiful on the inside. He meant it sweet…but I secretly cried for days…. That was so many years ago, but when I read you Valentine piece, that old hurt feeling was relived.

    Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me…..Not true!

    Love your blog…I’ll be back…thanks for coming by mine.

    I used to be a redhead…by 66 years has given me “highlights of silver” (haha :))

  4. Thanks everyone for dropping by. I wish we could have all had tea and some of my famous raisin rumble. You know, I’ve never told that story before because I always felt so embarrassed when I thought about it. But hey–I was young and very, very sensitive (now I’m only very sensitive). Guess I can laugh at myself easier now and definitely try not to take things so seriously. I still have that card and I still have that friend, although I don’t see either one very often. The card’s in a box in the attic and my friend is still in Illinois (a policeman in his home town) and I’m in North Carolina. When my husband and I go home to see my Mom, we always stop by to visit him and his wife and kids. We never mention the groundhog card, though. Hey Wanda, fellow redhead, I can appreciate your story, too. Words last forever, don’t they? Happy Valentine’s Day!

  5. Thanks for visiting my blog!

    I did love that pic of the groundhog. They look so cute.

    I’m glad that St V Day isn’t so big over here (UK). We do have the cards and roses and heart-shaped chocolates in the shops, of course, but there isn’t the pressure don’t you don’t need to think you’re odd if you ‘don’t have anyone’.

    My partner is away at the moment, visiting family in Ireland. He hid a card and a pair of bright pink fluffy socks for me. LOL! That is what the day is about- making someone smile. Sorry your card didn’t make you smile at the time. Hope you’ve had lots of smiles since ;^)

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