Work scheduled me a little on the early side today. Mom was still tutoring and couldn't run me to work on time, so I had lunch with The Boyfriend and asked nicely if he could transport me. But of course.
I bundled my miscellaneous brick-a-brack together and dashed up to the break room to change in the employee bathroom. He followed me into the store saying he had to pick up something to drink; I asked him to come through my line to say goodbye before going.
A few minutes later, here he comes, my first customer. He tosses a half-gallon of apple juice and a bright pink daisy on my belt. I laughed and scanned it. "There ya go - now look, only $1.76, was that so hard?"
He signed his receipt, griping playfully. "If I run out of gas and need that $1.76..." He handed the paper back to me as I grinned impishly back. "You want to hold onto it, or do you want me to give it to you later?"
"I'm afraid it'll get crushed - hold onto it for me."
(Now all my guy readers, read this carefully, store it away in your memory in a safe and high-priority file for future girlfriends)
I don't care that I sold him the flower. I don't care that I knew exactly how much it cost. I don't care that it was a single daisy and not a dozen roses. What I do care about was that he gave me a flower because he knew that I wanted one from him. Spending $1.76, not even two dollars, an amount that would pay for 2 candy bars, he made me happy by the meaning behind the gesture.
I bundled my miscellaneous brick-a-brack together and dashed up to the break room to change in the employee bathroom. He followed me into the store saying he had to pick up something to drink; I asked him to come through my line to say goodbye before going.
A few minutes later, here he comes, my first customer. He tosses a half-gallon of apple juice and a bright pink daisy on my belt. I laughed and scanned it. "There ya go - now look, only $1.76, was that so hard?"
He signed his receipt, griping playfully. "If I run out of gas and need that $1.76..." He handed the paper back to me as I grinned impishly back. "You want to hold onto it, or do you want me to give it to you later?"
"I'm afraid it'll get crushed - hold onto it for me."
(Now all my guy readers, read this carefully, store it away in your memory in a safe and high-priority file for future girlfriends)
I don't care that I sold him the flower. I don't care that I knew exactly how much it cost. I don't care that it was a single daisy and not a dozen roses. What I do care about was that he gave me a flower because he knew that I wanted one from him. Spending $1.76, not even two dollars, an amount that would pay for 2 candy bars, he made me happy by the meaning behind the gesture.
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