Saturday, November 15, 2008

That's too Bad ...

I was buying flowers for Barbara in a flower shop and I wanted to have them delivered because Barbara's cute when she pretends to be surprised. Wanted to have them delivered on the next day - a Sunday.

The flower shop lady (like 50'ish) says, "We don't deliver on Sunday."

I says, "Oh, that's too bad."

And she's like, "Our delivery guy works hard all week driving all over the place" and blah blah blah, for like five minutes.

So I thought her getting defensive was a strange way to react to my comment, since all I was trying to say for Christ's sake is that I wished they DID deliver on Sundays since for Christ's sake it's gotta be a big flower day, and all.

What the heck was she hearing me say? I'm a pretty big guy, maybe I'm fierce looking, maybe even a little thuggish.

"We don't deliver on Sunday."

"That's too bad. I'll have to kill you now."

"No no no please don't kill me, you know our delivery guy works hard all week delivering flowers to people just like you, please don't kill me."

I dunno, that doesn't seem too realistic. If I was laying down a death threat, I wouldn't want to hear about her delivery guy. That'd go more like this:

"We don't deliver on Sunday."

"That's too bad. I'll have to kill you now."

"No, wait a minute, we do deliver on Sunday."

Maybe she was some kind of Christian nutcase. The idea being that Sunday is their sacred day of rest so delivering on Sunday is really offensive.

"We don't deliver on Sunday."

"That's too bad, cause Satan needs the flowers delivered then."

"It is the sacred day of rest! Get thee behind me!"

Maybe it's like as the customer I'm her boss and as you know getting noodged by the boss is really annoying.

"We don't deliver on Sunday."

"That's too bad - you're really falling down on the flower delivery job here."

"We've been working really hard all week ... !"

"Sorry, you're fired. Get your things and go."

The really odd part was that Sunday was Mother's Day. How sacred and divine and sweet and worthy of extra reverence (and a little extra work, flower-wise) is Mother's Day ... !

It must have been something to do with hormones and relationships, because when I don't understand people that's usually the problem.

"We don't deliver on Sunday."

"That's too bad - you shouldn't be giving the delivery guy a day off just because you're having sex with him."

"Dammit, I want to get my brains screwed out on Sunday, that's MY 'Mothers Day', so leave me alone!"

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