Nov 15, 2006 22:10
Here’s a question for you---how uniquely Washingtonian is it to be accosted by men peddling roses while eating out?
In DC, it happens all the time, especially in my stomping grounds. You can count on at least one middle-aged man of non-American descent, casually strolling in and out of various restaurants with a handful of individually wrapped flowers, scanning the crowds for prospective daters to prey on. It’s an ingeniously enterprise, if you ask me. Chivalrous men looking to woo their women can’t help but say “yes,” because, as we all know, there’s nothing straight women love more than flowers (and diamonds).
That said, last month on U Street was the first time I had actually witnessed, with my own eyes, a man actually take one of these vendors up on his proposition. Shockingly, the two female beneficiaries were so visibly flattered I could hear them from the next table. Whatever extortion the flower guy extracted, it almost seemed worth it.
Nevertheless, I never go on dates, so would much prefer the table-side service I received in London---namely, a back massage.
entrepreneurial flower vendors,
chivalry