Contest Runner Up #2
The worst Valentine's Day EVER happened last year. I got up, and naturally, I went to the store to buy my sweetie a gift. While in the store, It was being robbed! So I ran out. In the parking lot, police cuffed me for running out with my items! The store was being robbed, and I was arrested for shoplifting! An hour later, I was sharing an 8x8 cell with a 6 foot mexican name Nicoretta. At around 8 'o' clock that night. (an hour after my date started) I finally got my complimentary phone call. I called my sweetie. As soon as she knew it was me she started yelling, then she cried, then she said that we were through. So I hung up, and went back to nicoletta and cried. Here I was, heartbroken, thirsty, and in a cell with a 6 foot mexican named Nicoletta. The next morning the warden let me out and I just sat on the curb in front of the jail and ate my valentine's day present that I stole for my sweetie.
Submitted by: Justin, from Glenwood
Contest Runner Up #3
Alright, so last February 14, the boyfriend I had been sating for a while called and said he was going to be late picking me up. I was a little concerned, cause I was worried we would miss our supper reservations. Well it turns out he wanted to surprise me with flowers and take me to another restuarant- that we couldn't get reservations for. But, when he went to the florist to pick up his flowers it turned out his brother got them instead. When his brother had called for his arrangment the lady at the store thought it was the same guy, because the last name was the same and so was the phone number. So I went without flowers and that was ok, but after all the hassel at the florist and coming to get an impatient me, our dinner reservations were given away at my surprise restaurant. On top of that when we walked into the resturant the people in the doorway snottily said, you have to have a RESERVATION to eat here, and it turns out we DID- but it was given away- so we walked out embarrased while the old bat laughed at us. Everything was booked, and we were looking at waiting over an hour anywhere. I didn't wan to be upset, so I reluctantly agreed when he asked if I wanted to go to McDonalds. So- in the drive through we get hit from behind- two stupid teenage kids driving daddy's expensive car, so after everything was settled we proceeded through with our order. Then we sat in the parking lot and ate. The night was getting better, we were laughing, and listening to love songs, and it was great. Then he starts coughing, like really coughing, wheezing and the whole works, when I asked what is wrong, he just got out of the car and into the backseat- he told me I had to drive and I needed to take him to a hospital. His car was a standard, and I don't drive standard, at least until that day. So I get into the driver seat, he's coughing and wheezing and gagging, and yelling to go faster, but the gears were grinding, I was stalling, and I "popped the clutch" like 1000 times. We finally ! pulled into Emergency and I rushed into the waiting room and yelled at some paramedics to help me. So, I spent the most part of the evening waiting in the Emergency Room, because it turns out he's allergic to the Tartar Sauce on the Filet-O-Fish. He was having an allergic reaction, which began to restrict his breathing, which caused an asthama attack. He was on oxygen for 5 hours and given laxatives to remove the other traces of the Tartar Sauce. I slept in the chair in his room, and by 6:30 AM- he was ready to go home. He ended up sleeping for the remainder of the weekend, since Valentines was on a Friday- and now here we are a year later, and I'm hoping things don't go the same way!!!!
Submitted by: Ashley, from Saskatoon
Contest Runner Up #4
Ok... You guys think that all your Valentine's Day stories are terrible? Grab ahold of this one..
Last year I was dating this guy that I thought was a great person. He bought me roses for no occasion, stuffed animals, kisses, the whole deal. So when Valentine's Day rolled around I thought I would get him the greatest present I possibly could.
Everyday I would try to squeeze different ideas out of him but nothing was good enough for the huge plan I had in my head. Then one day he had gotten on the subject on how his dog got hit by a car and died 3 years before. He said he was heartbroken and wanted to get a new puppy so bad!!!
DING DING DING
There we go! There's the perfect gift, a new puppy. So every day my friend Jess and I searched high and low for the perfect pup. One day we were at the Humane Society and found a yellow lab. He was perfect! I signed all the papers and brought him home. Valentine's was finally here! I could finally give Jim the perfect present! I sat and waited at my window... I waited... and waited... and waited...
Finally 4 hours later he shows up. He has no gift in his hand. Ok well its the thought that counts right? So when I opened the door I anxiously waited for what he had to say.. Maybe "I love you" or "You're the one."
Nothing. He said "Sorry I'm late." We went out to eat at a fast-food resturaunt and he brought me home.
The next day he called me, thanked me for the perfect gift and told me it was over..
This Valentine's Day I'm going stay inside the house!