Valentine's Day Flowers

I worked late on Valentine's Day. Surprise, surprise.

 

When I finally got home, I had a little note on the door from a florist saying they had tried to deliver me flowers but I wasn't home. Lately, I have been running into situations where it is assumed I don't have a job and will be home all day. This is one of the most annoying things about living in a military town-- I am always assumed to be a housewife instead of a Soldier. Irritating.

 

I. Have. A. Job.

 

Anyway, I called the number on the card and this guy answers and says he already brought the flowers back to the florist. He's not delivering anymore. He told me I can go get them myself. I asked him when the florist closes. He says 5pm. It was nearly 6pm when I called him. Who was this idiot I was on the phone with?

 

So the NEXT day, February 15th, I punched the address to the florist into my GPS and HOLY CRAP. This florist had to be the furthest away from my house while still being within the Clarksville city limits as possible. It was a 28 minute drive. Luckily, the flowers were there when I got there, and hadn't been taken back out to be delivered (and not left at the door because I wasn't home).

 

 

The flowers are beautiful and they smell absolutely wonderful. Next year James can give me flowers in person on Valentine's Day. No matter what stupid hours I work.