Buttons, Part 2 of 2

Went to the Dry Cleaners today.  I handed the lady my pink ticket, and she retrieved my jacket. And wouldn't you know it, all of the original seven buttons were on the jacket.

At first I was very happy, and then I felt really really mad.

I leaned over the counter, and whispered, "Hey, you think I'm an idiot?"

The lady, "What?"

"I know you think I'm an idiot, or else you wouldn't have tried stealing my buttons."

"We not steal..."

"Well, I'm not an idiot. I went to college and I read books. And I appreciate wearing tailored jackets with fine buttons."

"Okay."

"Yeah, it's more than okay. It's great. I'm great. And you are not."

I decided I needed to cool off, so I glanced away from her and looked over to the cash register, where I saw a picture of a very pretty Asian woman.

"Who's that?" I said.

"My daughter."

"What's her story?"

"She's in medical school at University of Wisconsin."

"Ah yes, Golden Gophers."

"Ah, yes."

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I started tearing up.

"Listen," I said, "I know you're just trying to make a living and put your daughter through med school. Maybe I overreacted a little bit."

I proceeded to rip all of the buttons off my jacket, while she looked on in disbelief. I reached out my button-filled hand to the lady.

"Here. I hope these pay for your daughters medical school."

She fell to her knees and thanked me. By this time we both had tears in our eyes, and the line of people waiting to get their dry cleaning is out the door.

"You know," I said while smiling, fighting back tears. "I think this jacket may need a few buttons."

This made all of the patrons laugh. I plopped the coat down on the counter, she handed me the pink ticket, and we looked at each other for a moment. A cheery patron yelled out,

 "Hey, why don't you kiss her?"

We both looked at the patron, looked at each other and french kissed. Everyone applauded, people were calling their loved ones to tell them they loved them. Everybody was joyous.

As I made my way to the exit, people were shaking my hand and hugging me. I turned around to the lady.

"Hey! When can I see you again?"

"Wednesday," she said.

"Wednesday?"

"Yes, Wednesday....After 5."

(Everything is true except for the dialogue. I got my buttons back, bitches.)