Overheard
Yesterday, on Valentine's Day; in an elevator, a lone man carrying a paper-wrapped bundle rode up the building with half a dozen women. One woman, dressed well and perfectly made up, stated, "Oh, someone is getting flowers. And from McNamara. They must be beautiful." The paper on the flowers was labelled with the name. " I have been with Roger for eighteen years. Eighteen years of holidays and birthdays and anniversaries and the first time he ever sent me flowers was last July." She paused and stared at the flower bundle. "He only sent me flowers then because I nagged him consistently for two years."
The elevator stopped and the man with the flowers started forward. "You ladies have a happy Valentine's Day."
A chorus of voices followed him, "Thank you," and "Happy Valentine's Day." And just as he was out of sight and the doors were closing, "Wait," the well-dressed lady called out loudly, "We want the flowers."
The elevator stopped and the man with the flowers started forward. "You ladies have a happy Valentine's Day."
A chorus of voices followed him, "Thank you," and "Happy Valentine's Day." And just as he was out of sight and the doors were closing, "Wait," the well-dressed lady called out loudly, "We want the flowers."