As I was sitting on the couch knitting away on the afghan, I saw the UPS driver pull up.
"Oh GOOD!" My yarn is here earlier than expected. (This is the yarn I ordered last week to finish the previously mentioned afghan.)
When I opened the door the package was far larger than I would expect four skeins of yarn to be. And, it said "pro-flowers" on the outside of the package; the package was as tall as long-stemmed roses would be if they were delivered with thorns and all leaves still attached. (I know this because I used to help out in the floral department.)
"Who in the world would have sent me flowers?" You know, I was really excited in a little part of my heart. The rest of my heart is filled up by that anti-Valentine's sentiment. I don't think anyone can understand how much a person can hate Valentine's Day when they haven't experienced being ignored on that holiday. I guess I haven't squished that last little part. Need to work on that, I guess!
But, before I tore into the package with all the zeal of a lovesick teenager alight with hope, I had enough sense to look at the return address to see if it was anyone I knew. Then, I looked at the name of the person it was sent to.
Damn. Right street address, wrong town. It was addressed to the dentist who lives in a town about 30 miles from here. We get her mail, insurance papers, x-rays all the time. But, I've never gotten her flowers! LOL
At least the cute UPS guy who picked up the package grinned when I told him that even though I'd been tempted to open the flowers and keep 'em anyway, I didn't think that would be right or fair, so I thought I'd better return the package. He said that maybe he should send me flowers because I was so nice to make sure the other person got her gift.
I'd faint, I think, if he did. ;)
2 comments:
It was really nice of you to send those along to where they were supposed to go :)
I'm with you on the holiday thing. I hate it with a passion. bleh! >:(
I hate what it's become, mainly because I worked in retail for so many years. I've watched women get pissed because the guy "didn't deliver" exactly what they wanted, and I've watched men worry about not getting just "the right thing". It seems to me that too many people have put this holiday on the agenda as a "must do" instead of using it as a time to tell others that you care?
I hated the day as a kid because I was one of the less than popular kids and schools had that horrible Valentine Day party where we all had to give cards to our classmates. My folks always wanted me to make sure to remember everyone, but not everyone's parents did that. It's hard to only get a couple of valentine's when you see others getting boxes full.
What about not having a boyfriend on V-Day? As an adult I can see it's not important. But, that feeling of isolation remains for a lot of people. I think even though many of us say we don't care, there will always be a little place inside that will be wishing for that recognition from those we love, even if we loudly deny it.
When the kids were small Robert would go to an exclusive candy store and buy special valentine candies for each kid. (No, he didn't buy me any at my request, but I wanted the kids to feel special on that day. They loved it that Daddy went *alone* to the candy store and picked things out for them, the gift boxes and the candies they liked, and Mommy didn't have a thing to do with any of it!)
At this house, I can forego V-day, but St. Patrick's Day had better not be forgotten.
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