The day out with the guys was fun, I wont deny that, but the only problem with the guys is that they tend to draw things out a little longer then necessary, I told them I had wanted to get back by 5pm, but you cant exactly tell your best friends that you've got a date with your mom, can you? Anyways when I finally walked in the door the clock on the wall said 5:45pm
"Great, I should've known they'd make me late" I muttered to myself
"What was that hun, I didn't hear you" I heard mom say from the washroom upstairs
"Nothing mom, just muttering to myself" I replied "What are you up to?"
"Just making myself beautiful for my date tonight, he should be here in 45 minutes" I heard her say through a fit of giggles
"Nonsense, you're a beautiful woman no matter what and any man should feel honored to escort you out to dinner" I said, playing along with her game, the comment winning me a peck on the cheek and a swat on the butt which unless I was mistaken, was ended with a squeeze.
"Thank you dear, now out you go so I can finish up in here so you can grab a shower" she said.
Walking downstairs I spotted a vase sitting on the kitchen table containing somewhat wilting flowers, which gave me an idea, I walked into the kitchen and pulling the phone book from out under the phone, I opened it up to the page containing the names and phone numbers of the local florists. Finding one that would suit my idea, I dialed them up hoping that they wouldn't be busy
"Red Rose Florists, Rose speaking, how may I help you?" The voice chirped over the phone, making me wonder if that really is her real name.
"Yes could you tell me, do you do deliveries?"
"We certainly do, what would you like to have delivered?"
