Flower Burn Out
I'm all out of love, I have no more to give.
Should I blame the flowers for the thousandth thorny prick of a rose, for the callused finger pads and severe eczema? My manicurist quietly shakes her head seeing there is no need to trim these nails, or push back any cuticles and no amount of nail color can mask these working class hands.
Floristry is taken to the next level for Valentine's.
What has me more exhausted than my tattered hands is the brain drain from the men who barg in unannounced for instant floral magnificence. Mind you these are the same men who only thought of Valentine's at the very last minute, OK I'll cut the husband with multiple children hanging from his neck a break. Otherwise, I give these men a few long minutes to squirm and watch as they helplessly try to pick out flowers that best suit their partners. After all, I am busy making all of the pre-orders for the well-planned lovers. Generally the men give up, hand me a bunch of strangled flowers to which I then take over and arrange flowers that someone will be pleased to recieve. If the person isn't too irritating, I then hand the arrangement back and assure them, "hey! you made this!" I simply "tweaked" the arrangement. It's like dealing with children. No need to whittle away any more confidence in these poorly planned dudes. Really though, I can't give them too much flack being that they walked into a flower shop and picked out flowers with their partner in mind. Or in the very least phoned a florist and verbalized a heart-felt note. So praise you dudes vs the guys using the generic 1-800 flower route which costs more for making flowers look so bad.
...later
Reader Comments (1)
im sure it was a tough week...i know at my work the florists were busy little bees. glad you are able to escape to the sunny south. and thanx for the lodging love.