There wasn't a suit in sight. The queue consisted entirely of king gee wearers. Plumbers, brickies, fitter & turners, butchers, bakers and candlestick makers. The majority looking a little bit lost. The guy in front of me rang someone on his mobile.
"Bro, it's me. What's my mobile number? Nah don't look it up it should be on your screen. Really? Alright, but hurry. I'm in a bloody florist shop".
I told the lady who served me that I wanted roses sent to Mosman. She started by showing me the ones for $200.00. I caught my wallet as it tried to flee the shop.
"I love her dearly", I said, "but not that dearly. Those ones there, $35.00, can I get ones like that"?
"Yes", she said, "but tomorrow they will be $65.00 and $20.00 delivery".
"Hand grown by the Dali Llama I assume", said I. " If I pay for them today can I have them at that price"?
"Yes but we won't deliver them. You'll have to take them today".
"Ok, so if I want something sent and don't want to fork over $200.00 what can you show me"?
"Well we have half a dozen here for $85.00".
Why are the ones below them $45.00"?
"No babys breath".
You expect people to pay $40.00 for babys breath"??!!!
"Yes, and they will".
"She told me not to bother you know. Said it was a waste of money and overly commercialised".
"All us women say that. It's rubbish though. We don't mean a word of it".
I ordered and paid. She knew I would.