I know what you are thinking. "you are married cassidie. it isn't considered an admirer anymore." But let me tell you. This was not a generous gift from the man of my dreams {shout out to the hubs!!}.
I pride myself in always looking like a fly mama. Especially now that I am married so I know I still got it when the grounds keeper at my work cut the flowers from the bed to give me an arrangement of sour smelling daisies.
You see, I have to go outside for work for many reasons.
First, it is the coldest temperatures in the office. I have never in my life been so cold in the summer as I have now. I get up in the heat of my apartment and think about wearing something cool when I remember that it is like December at work and opt for my winter clothing. Yet i get in there and my bones begin to crack at the cold breath that the girl behind me breaths out as she checks her emails.
Second, I work with many interesting people. When i first got there i told Station that if i start telling useless stories that it was time for me to find a new job. They are endless there. And yet, here I am, telling a blog full of useless story. Maybe i fit in more than i wish. They also have bad taste in tv. I wont even begin to tell you the many episodes of 8 rules to date my daughter. Spoiler-the dad dies. Oh wait. You watched that one 50 times too, only back in the 90's? Well guess who gets to enjoy it now. Every. Single. Lunch. Break. I swear. that show is awful and is meant to be in day time tv when the only other option you have is the news. Which i will always prefer.
So that is why I go outside. And to get my tan on. You know. the fly mama thing. And it is a nice little competition i have going with Station. As I am out there. Eating my quesadilla from taco time because grocery shopping is far from me. the old man with a wiry voice says something to me. I quickly say no in case he is asking if i want to traffic drugs to his pals in Idaho. Then he looks at me and says "you don't have a vase?". I am then aware of what he is saying but for the life of me cannot bring up the meaning of VASE in my brain. probably drug jargon. I say no again as I spill hot sauce all over me, because that is what i do.
He then says that maybe I could find something to put some flowers in because he has these beautiful (place flower name here) in the front that he just can't see not being given to someone.
Suddenly it all makes sense. Flowers. Vases. Grounds Keeper. All this time I thought he was a homeless man that liked pulling the weeds on his own. I realize that he probably gets paid to pull those weeds.
I say sure, still hoping he isn't going to give me drugs and he runs off to cut some flowers for me. When he comes back he has an arrangement made for me. Telling me that he got some different options. I say thank you and continue eating.
They sat at our table for a long time. Probably longer then they should have. Even dead flowers are pretty flowers. Even though that is bad feng shui says my neighbor. But she is also the reason I don't wear deodorant.
