The Dumping

So I have this friend Lela — a soulmate, really — who I don’t see very often because she lives in a different city than I do. Also, she doesn’t have ears or arms, so she can’t use the common technological means to communicate with me from afar. But the arm thing notwithstanding, I decided to write her a Facebook email explaining that I would be in her town this Thursday and that we should meet up, if possible. Because, you know, soulmates. And I actually wrote a thoughtful little note explaining how I’d be happy to see her.

But then Facebook ruined it all with the word entry verification form it made me fill out in order to send this message looked like this:

“The dumping.”

I don’t put much stock in horoscopes or the arrangement of scattered chicken bones, but it’s hard not to read something into these two words being assigned to the email I send to a friend I haven’t talked to in a long time. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see how the mystery that is life will reveal how “the dumping” will figure into our lives.

Ha ha. “Dump.”