One Tuesday night back when I was in college, I heard the doorbell ring. Not an unusual occurence in itself, except that on this particular occasion, when I went to answer the door, there was nobody there. There was however, a bunch of daffodils, and a note. We'll get to the note in a minute.
The thing about this particular bunch of daffs, was that they didn't look quite right. It wasn't until a friend and I were walking down the road a couple of days later that we realised why. This particular road was a dual carriageway, and the grassy verge in the middle had been planted with daffodils to make it look prettier. There were some highly suspicious stalks poking up, with no signs of a flower on the end. No points for guessing where my flowers came from.
It didn't stop there though. Next Tuesday night the same thing happened, but this time I received not daffodils, but a proper bunch of flowers from M&S no less. The same continued for several nights in a row, each time the flowers were accompanied by a poem.
We knew by this point who my admirer was, and more importantly who his mates were. Specifically we knew that one of them worked for M&S and got the flowers that were left over for 50p at the end of the day. Let's just say that I was less than impressed...
1. If stealing flowers from people's gardens or road sides, at least try to do it some place where the recipient is not likely to go.
2. If you are getting flowers on the cheap from a mate, make sure that his little brother doesn't tell the recipient's best friend about it.
But wait, I still have to tell you about the poetry...