For Me?
On my errand run today I found myself searching through the vegetable aisle for good ripe tomatoes, a couple of cucumbers, some kale and a tube of liquid steel for my car (but that's another story). I noticed a young man awkwardly standing by the flower bin staring at a bunch of yellow roses - a bouquet in each hand.
"Yes. Yes, I am."
"Which one of these would you like to have?"
His right hand held three large blooms and his left a cute bunch of four budding blooms - my favorite.
"It would melt my heart to get these," I said, choosing the buds.
"Thanks!" he said.
They weren't for me?
The nerve!
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10 comments:
Curses!!!
Foiled again!!!
~shoes~
oh well may be next time!
But you were the fair damsel to whom he turned in his time of distress!
Cheek!
PS I've published the first instalment of our trip to London. x
Lol
love it... how sweet he would ask.
Dawn - Lucky woman she must be.
Whomever she is, she's a lucky woman because you have impeccable taste and steered that young man in the right direction.
However, you did miss the chance at the ultimate come back. When the young man said, "You're a woman", that was your cue to reply, "Oh well spotted".
Hehehe!
Trav - Ha! I will remember that!
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