Worst joke ever.

I have a pretty good relationship with all of my delivery guys who come to the office, and I’ve gotten to know them over the last year.

 My UPS guy comes in and now two days in a row has brought somebody flowers in a box.

I saw the box coming through the door and I don’t why, I got that little twinge in my stomach, thinking “Could it be? I mean he really doesn’t have a reason to send me flowers…I mean we did have that disagreement a couple nights ago, well that wasn’t really a disagreement, I mean, I wonder if he would…”

I hate that, I don’t know why I do that. I know better than to look at the couriers coming in with flowers and crap like that, because I’d know if my husband bought me flowers, unless he found a way to sneak our debit card away, yeah, one account.

The UPS guy starts naming off who the packages are for making sure none of them are wrong addresses before I sign for them.

“Ok… yep, she works here… yes..he works here too…and the flowers…?”

“Looks like this box has your name on it today.”

“Yeah right.” but my heart is pounding… going giddy like a school girl.

“You’re right they’re for Roseanne.”



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