Roses for My Wife

On the way home one night, I spotted some freshly cut roses outside a flower shop. After selection of a dozen, and enter the shop, I was of a young saleswoman.

"Are these for your wife, sir?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
##CONTINUE##"For her birthday?" she asked.
"No," I replied.
"For your unniversary?"
"No," I said again.
As I pocketed my change and headed toward the door, the young woman called out, "I hope she forgives you."

No comments:

Post a Comment