On my way back from a quick errand earlier this afternoon I decided to buy some flowers to brighten the place up a bit. We have a nice and reasonably priced florist just around the corner, and I remember seeing some gerberas when I passed by the last time I was out.
As I wandered around deciding what else to get (I pretty much wanted to come home with a huge armful of blooms) the florist (fluerist? fleuriste?) noticed that we were both wearing Mammoth Crocs and struck up a conversation. (I decided on these daises as well)
As we both waxed poetic about how wonderful these shoes are (especially when pregnant, seriously I have worn these non-stop since October) I guess we made a connection. I’d bought flowers there before but it was also just in, order, pay out. This time we established that I lived just around the corner, that her flower prices are reasonable and that the baby is due in April. She started to ring me up, and then darted from behind the counter saying “oh, I’ll throw in a bunch of these mimosas for free”.
Who says that the French are arrogant, mean and unfriendly? Flowers and Crocs, I tell ya. Flowers and Crocs.