First visit to the flower dumpster since fall, and it was bountiful. Orchids and wild flowers and a trio of giant branches with yellow buds.
After all my packed arrangements, I still had tons left. In the past, I'd make the rounds and drop them to all my ladies, but none of them were around or they have moved away since. Sometimes when the plan doesn't work, you gotta do the opposite. You give the flowers to dudes.
Bright bouquet for Miles. Special just for him.
Forgot this guys name already, but he only wanted one. He's in a band with Phillip, my editor. I think they are called Soft William, they played tonight and we all missed it.
Philip only wanted one flower. Good use of one flower though. The other guy in their band took a bunch. (was that a pun?)
Noah was so appreciative. One of the great pleasures of my life was playing in a band with him.
JR with a clutch of tropical flowers to brighten up the late shift.
Michael "playing Wicker Parks funeral" as JR put it. Has anyone else noticed the missed connections that "Accordian Guy" is racking on Craigslist? Good to see being enigmatic works out well for someone...
Wes requested bright flowers to liven up his basement apartment. When Wes was in high school in Mississippi, his mom forced him to work selling Mary Kay cosmetics to girls at school. Now look at him.
After the rest of my delivery options failed, I put the remainder in the mailslot at the man's man's man's world of ODUM.
The end.Posted by Jessica at April 3, 2007 02:30 AM | TrackBack