I had a hard time with a title for this one. “St. Valentine’s Day Massacre” came immediately to mind, but that seems too darkly malevolent for something that was, clearly, a senseless kissing tragedy, but a sad, random fluke.
Still, her date seems happy. Once the glow wears off of something that was, quite literally, one last kiss goodnight, he’ll probably want to pull over, have a few moments to himself, maybe try to get his eyes to point in the same direction, and I don’t know, replace her spring or something.
So…I did a little checking.
“7eme Ciel” is “Seventh Heaven,” which SOUNDS nice, unless your date has gone onto the great bobbling choir in the sky, where all bobble-heads ultimately end up when gravity overcomes the will to nod, in which case, well, presumably she’s a Catholic and has it all sorted out.
You may notice, LOTS of hearts. An “I love you” license plate, more hearts, still more hearts, happy couple (let’s assume they’re married), not sure what the downward-pointing arrow means, perhaps “this way for love,” but the clock? It’s throwing me. Given that they’re obviously driving to a cheap, Vegas-style hotel, this seems like the gift that says, “Take me, take me now, because I only have the room for two hours.”
Happy Valentine’s Day! And if you give your beloved something from Savers, do take the price tag off.
Savers on Burnet and North Loop, Austin