Called about some flowers yesterday for a, um, project that is upcoming, sort of guessing the Flower Man warehouse-place here would be closed. They were, but a guy answered the phone, sounded like he'd been awoken from a Labor Day siesta..."Um, are you open today?"
"No, we're closed. Is this an emergency?"
What exactly could constitute an emergency to a flower wholesaler?
"Yes, I forgot my 70th wedding anniversary. And to put my pants on."
or
"Yes, the funeral is starting and everyone brought flour (with a u) instead of flowers..."
or
"Seattle Slew's grandson-horse is coming for dinner and we need a wreath of roses! HURRY!"
Odd.
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