I used to work a lot of shifts alone at the flower shop and, because of that, I used to get hit on an awful lot. One of my most favorite memories was the guy who listened to me yap about begonias and seemed genuinely interested.
I had no clue he was hitting on me, but he bought the plant and ran out the door...just as I noticed he wrote his name and phone number on the receipt.
I was flattered... until he drove by the front window holding the plant out his sunroof, honking wildly.
I never called.
that is hilarious! by the way, i like this idea of documenting a decade.
ReplyDeletebahahahaha so funny ^_^ Great post renee
ReplyDeletewow, subtle! haha
ReplyDeletegreat blog concept ^_^
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