Hobby Lobby Beatdown
So today my mom met me in Green Bay for some completely random shopping. One of the main stops on our list was Hobby Lobby, as I need to make a new floral arangement deal for up at the cemetary by my dad. Nothing unusual, I'm actually pretty good at it. Or maybe I'm just good enough that it doesn't look like shit.
I never really have a predetermined agenda, or picture of what I want to do. I just wander around, grabbing whatever catches my eye. But there is always one constant, which would be one single sunflower. And daisies. But more on that.
So I've got a fistful of fake flowers, and I make my way up to the cash register with my mom. The lady at the register started to sort through the bunches, and tried her hardest to make some small talk. Talking about how pretty the colors where, blah blah.
All was fine until she goes "Oh, you don't have any roses." I simply reply "I'm aware." The lady literally throws a fit. Now keep in mind she has NO clue what these flowers are for. I'm banking on an Open-Mouth-Insert-Foot moment coming up very shortly. But not so much, she just keeps ranting about how roses mean this, and roses signify that......I try to remain cool, as I really don't want to blow up at this lady, because it's really not my natureand she doesn't know any better. But, certain subjects will set me off, tough.
I really didn't want to go into the entire story about why I loathe roses. You see, at my dad's funeral, those were the only flowers ANYONE sent to the church. Just the same, repetetive shape and color, over and over. It drove me crazy. They made me so sad. It's like, roses are so EASY. Put some thought into it. Be different. Be unique. So fuck your silk roses lady, I'm not having it. But, I didn't tell the lady this whole story. I just stuck with "They make me sad."
But daisies make me happy. Daisies over roses anyday. Wow, I'd be such a cheap date.
I never really have a predetermined agenda, or picture of what I want to do. I just wander around, grabbing whatever catches my eye. But there is always one constant, which would be one single sunflower. And daisies. But more on that.
So I've got a fistful of fake flowers, and I make my way up to the cash register with my mom. The lady at the register started to sort through the bunches, and tried her hardest to make some small talk. Talking about how pretty the colors where, blah blah.
All was fine until she goes "Oh, you don't have any roses." I simply reply "I'm aware." The lady literally throws a fit. Now keep in mind she has NO clue what these flowers are for. I'm banking on an Open-Mouth-Insert-Foot moment coming up very shortly. But not so much, she just keeps ranting about how roses mean this, and roses signify that......I try to remain cool, as I really don't want to blow up at this lady, because it's really not my natureand she doesn't know any better. But, certain subjects will set me off, tough.
I really didn't want to go into the entire story about why I loathe roses. You see, at my dad's funeral, those were the only flowers ANYONE sent to the church. Just the same, repetetive shape and color, over and over. It drove me crazy. They made me so sad. It's like, roses are so EASY. Put some thought into it. Be different. Be unique. So fuck your silk roses lady, I'm not having it. But, I didn't tell the lady this whole story. I just stuck with "They make me sad."
But daisies make me happy. Daisies over roses anyday. Wow, I'd be such a cheap date.