Today at the flower shop right across from the Toledo Hospital, I was buying some balloons for my friend Jackie (HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAX!) before our lunch date. While my balloons were being inflated, I noticed a man be-bopping around the store. He seemed to be in a good mood, but he made me a little nervous. He didn't look homeless, but certainly wasn't dressed for an interview. Either way, I was aware of his presence.
Our orders were ready at the same time so we were at the counter at the same time. The man stood right next to me. I mean, right next to me. The cashier gave me my total and I handed her my debit card. As she took it, my friend quickly whipped out a Benjamin and yelled, "No, no! I got it!" and shoved the bill at the cashier. I politely declined his offer, but he was insistent, telling me that it was HIS birthday and he wanted to pay. I argued but he was certainly not taking no for an answer.
What I learned:
His name is Terry.
I should NEVER get married (Men don't know how to treat the ladies according to Terry).
Terry has been married 3 times.
Most uncomfortable: The floral cashier
Most confused: Iris
Most exclamatory: Terry
Free balloons: Jackie