Sunday, January 3, 2010

There’s roses for that?

I stopped at a florist shop after work to pick up roses for
my wife. As the clerk was putting the finishing touches on
the bouquet, a young man burst through the door,
breathlessly requesting a dozen red roses.
“I’m sorry,” the clerk said. “This man just ordered our last
bunch.” The desperate customer turned to me and begged, “May
I [...]

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