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Friday, March 18, 2005

Well, it happened again.

Wednesday was my and the wife’s 14th anniversary. Wow. 14 years. Where does the time go?

Ups, downs, and a lot of “I just plain don’t know”, but lordy what a journey. Life should at least be interesting, no?

Anyway, we had some plans for the evening, but I elected to stop by our local “super grocery” to pick up some flowers . . . 14 roses to be exact.

As I went through the checkout the girl running the register looks at me and says, “Oooo. What beautiful flowers!”

Then she did it. “You must have done something really bad.”

“Pardon?”

“That’s a lot of flowers. What did you do? Cheat on her?”

I’m not sure why I bothered to answer, but I did. “They’re for our fourteenth anniversary. . . fourteen flowers, fourteen years. See?”

She looked impressed. “Wow. Fourteen years? You forgot, didn’t you? The flowers will probably fix it though.”

I paid and left. Hauling 14 roses on a motorcycle poses an interesting challenge and nets some interesting looks from the public, but that’s another story (and yes, I was successful delivering them, they did not end up as a batch of thorny sticks).

Anyway, I found the situation humorous, but on later reflection I have to wonder . . .

Do many/all/most women really expect the worst from their men?

The world tends to deliver what we expect of it ya know . . .

CUAgain,
Daniel Meyer

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