Imagine if I led a newscast that way.

Certainly, you’d never forget it. And certainly, it would be my last newscast whether I wanted it to be or not.

Well, that’s the gist of a phone call I got from a florist this morning.
I was on my first cup of coffee (never a good time to talk to me, or for me to talk) when the phone rang.

“We have to make a delivery to you. Will you be home?”
“I think so.”
“You have to be home.”
“If we run out, it will just be for a short period of time. You can leave it by the door.”
“You can’t be gone long.”
“We won’t.”
“This weather is awful, and we’re busy, and I can’t find decent drivers.”
“HUH?”
“I have to get out of this business. Really. I’m miserable.”

OK, at this point, I’m considering telling her to run naked into traffic. I’m just not equipped to deal with this first thing in the morning. Not even from the Dearly Beloved.
But I give it another shot.

“Well, just hang in there, it’ll get better.”
“Hey, are you the TV guy?”
“Yeah.”
“I wish my job was as easy as yours.”

Now I’m considering telling her to sit on the flowers and rotate.

“Well, be careful what you wish for.”
“Just make sure you don’t leave them outside for long.”
“OK, bye.”

They came about 3 hours later. The delivery guy was every bit as “pleasant” as the person who had called.

The arrangement will adorn our Thanksgiving table. It actually is quite nice.
But I’ll probably look at it and wonder whether that florist and her family are beating the hell out each other with their turkey’s drumsticks.

A happy Thanksgiving to you all.