I had almost forgotten the question a coworker of mine asked me not too long ago in a very casual way that I felt had no bearing on life whatsoever.
"Do you like flowers, Mickey?"
Of course, through my mind went the obvious answers. Of course I like flowers, they can get me out of trouble, they score brownie points with the women, and if strategically played can lead to all sorts of good things...
"No," I replied. "Not only do they stink, (especially lilacs), but they stuff me up and make me sneeze. They can be expensive, and ultimately they all die and the petals whither and fall off... and for what?" Stated like a cold, true man, I suppose; and that ended the conversation. The whole confrontation was over, to be filed in the back of my mind, ready for the recylce bin.
Until yesterday.
After lunch I come back to my desk and was quickly reminded of my conversation with my coworker. Because sitting on my desk was my very own vase of flowers. A gesture so touching, I had to take them out for a photo shoot.
So I guess this just goes to show, that even if you have gripes and complaints about something, most of the time you can be accomodated.
Thank you Mary, for the thoughtful chuckle.
