Confessions From The Recession

Confessions From the Recession

Season 1 Episode 3

“I Will Always Be There for You”

Chapman was a short little fellow and his Santa like stuffing made him a lovable character in the community. While impersonating a penguin waddling down the city street the legendary figure felt confident knowing the parameters to his business empire were grounded in his name glowing in lights. Chapman endured many long years building the transportation company “Chapman Will Be There for You” featuring yellow cabs that would cruise the streets looking for friendly pickups.

Still sporting a strutting style Chapman checked his cell phone, suddenly noticing the date underneath the digital clock stating, “last Friday happy hour before Christmas.” There was no translation needed since Chapman understood the graffiti written script suited to be seen in the bathroom, “this is my final night to get Rich Erica underneath the mistletoe,” a mumbled thought only meant to be heard in his own mind was recorded.

As the afternoon night sky settled into its work shift position Chapman reached the “Greek To Me Days Café,” a historic neighborhood meeting place. Taking a moment to admire the holiday decorations which were professionally spread-out allowing aristocrats to drop their guard due to the relaxing venue’s seasonal display presentation. Festive spirits used this atmosphere to conjure up wonderful sensations unleashing positive year end emotion. This uplifting dreamy moment for Chapman lasted until the door opened revealing Stephen Paul putting the angel on the establishment’s tree.

“That looks beautiful,” Erica commented about the final additions coupling her hands in a fashionable way which would be respected at midnight mass.

“I know,” Stephen answered making sure his feet were safe on the ground, “I would do anything for you,” the successful loiter paused to fold up the step stool, “Erica.”

After observing the acting performance Chapman marched over to the counter, “what can I get you?” One staffer inquired, “A mocha with two shots of latte,” Chapman growled, “what is Stephen Paul doing here?”

“Spreading street smart Christmas cheer,” the employee explained retreating back to prepare the hot beverage.

Turning around Chapman inserted a glare into his facial expression observing Stephen’s eyes unwrap Erica’s most precious gift.

“Happy Holidays, Stephen,” Chapman hollered terrorizing the tempting tease, “and you too Erica.”

“Right back at Ya,” Erica replied, “so what is the deal no Rich Erica tonight, just Erica,”

Popping off the four-legged wooden seat the tyrant started to make his move, “No Erica, I came here for one reason,” Chapman planted himself underneath the romantic ornament famous for spewing lovely scents.

“Oh, I forgot,” Stephen took the cue and improv the opportunity lifting Chapman up then giving him a smooch on the cheek creating a comical scene.

When Chapman returned to earth the statement was spoken, “Rich Erica, you know I made you who you are,”

“No, you didn’t you gave me a few bucks one night for a ride home,”

“Home from what?” Chapman snarled.

“A nice theatrical stage performance,” Erica returned fire noticing Stephen disappear.

As the two competed in a staring contest flickering blue lights outside ushered Erica’s leading man back inside no longer a nobody instead a heroic star ready to rescue a damsel in distress.

“You know, Chapman,” Stephen got his attention shielded by a blue wall. “When drafting your books, we noticed you should have subtracted when you added.”

And that is when the metal handcuffs came out, “Hey I know you,” Chapman blurted out, “you drove for me, you said you were a boxer,”

“I say a lot of things,” the police officer mentioned, “I also said I was from Seventh Avenue when really it was Fifth.”

“What’s the difference?”

“We know how to cook things up there,” the arrest continued, “now come on.”

After the commotion subdued a couple silent minutes past, leaving both Stephen and Erica needing the mistletoe to watch over them.

“I will always be there for you, Erica,” Stephen drew her closer.

“I sort of calculated that,” she told him, “But I am not rich.”

“That is not true you have this nice blend and brewed first thing in the morning the aroma starts my day off with a smile,” Stephen softly complemented before pressing his lips towards her in the romantic matrimony style.