Floral Test
So there was a big event to-do at work today, which required extra-special preparations and arrangements.
One of the things needed was flowers.
So in an office full of women, who do they ask to go out and buy flowers? The token guy–me. Moving tables, schlepping groceries and heavy objects–no problem. Flower shopping? Problem.
I went to a bodega with instructions to buy some lilies–but when I got there, the those that were for sale, weren’t great. So I call the girls asking for “Plan B”, and all I’m told is to get flowers that are “white and pretty”. Not much help whatsoever.
Eying the few white flowers, I find something that to my male eyes, looks white and pretty. Here goes nothing.
Racing back to the office (as there’s other stuff to get ready), I walk in the door and the girls were ready to melt. Apparently, I’ve got a taste for finding “gorgeous” flowers as it may be. They went on praising them all day.
Perhaps working surrounded by girls has given a bit too much influence to my “feminine” side. Uh oh, that can’t be too good…time to hit the gym some more.