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So I decided on the way home from work today that I wanted flowers. Nice ones, maybe roses and carnations (since there won't be anything really fragrant available this time of year without a pre-order - and an extravagant price), some greenery.
One of my routes home goes past a Jewel with a better-than-average floral section. The place was, not surprisingly, packed, but I girded my figurative loins and went in. Dark red roses, ivory carns, baby's breath, mixed evergreens - just what I wanted. I headed for the registers.
Folks were in a pretty good mood, chatting, putting up with a cranky scanner on a self-serve checkout line without too much grumbling. The fellow ahead of me in the line, a beefy older gent with a rough rumbly voice, jokingly asked me if the flowers I was holding were for him, then continued to tease me by "complaining" to everyone around that I wouldn't give him a flower. I threw it right back at him by "commiserating" that it was a sad and terrible thing that no one was giving him flowers. He got his stuff paid for and trundled off.
I had a minor disagreement with the cranky scanner but finally got past the register and out the door. It happened that the jokester gent was just opening his door to get into his car as I walked past.
I pulled a rose out of my bundle, handed it to him with a "Merry Christmas!", and headed to my car.
And grinned all the way home.
One of my routes home goes past a Jewel with a better-than-average floral section. The place was, not surprisingly, packed, but I girded my figurative loins and went in. Dark red roses, ivory carns, baby's breath, mixed evergreens - just what I wanted. I headed for the registers.
Folks were in a pretty good mood, chatting, putting up with a cranky scanner on a self-serve checkout line without too much grumbling. The fellow ahead of me in the line, a beefy older gent with a rough rumbly voice, jokingly asked me if the flowers I was holding were for him, then continued to tease me by "complaining" to everyone around that I wouldn't give him a flower. I threw it right back at him by "commiserating" that it was a sad and terrible thing that no one was giving him flowers. He got his stuff paid for and trundled off.
I had a minor disagreement with the cranky scanner but finally got past the register and out the door. It happened that the jokester gent was just opening his door to get into his car as I walked past.
I pulled a rose out of my bundle, handed it to him with a "Merry Christmas!", and headed to my car.
And grinned all the way home.