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| - Kay was slated to return to work the other day following her recuperation from major surgery.
It also happened to be her birthday.
Naturally, I thought I'd be the golden boyfriend and have flowers sent to her office. Suburban Floral is near where she works, and I called a day ahead, so this was shaping up to be an easy win.
That was until Kay and I had a phone conversation that night.
You're going back to work tomorrow, right?"
"Oh, I won't be going back to work until Monday. The doctor thinks I need a few more days."
Panic! Panic! Panic!
I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't just cancel the order, and I wasn't sure if Beaver Falls was too far away for them.
I had to let the secret out in order to avert disaster.
This meant...that Kay had to pick up the flowers at Suburban Floral herself.
Kay eventually did just that and was pleased nonetheless. A multimedia message I got from her on my phone during my break confirmed the good tidings.
Thank you Suburban Floral, particularly Tony, the gent I spoke with, for being so understanding, and for making Kay a happy girl.
It was either this or 1-800-FLOWERS, and y'all know I prefer choosing Davids over Goliaths when possible.
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