one of the best jobs in the world has got to be delivering flowers.
regardless of the occasion -- birthday, anniversary, mother's day, please-forgive-me-soon -- everyone is happy to receive flowers. even under the worst circumstances, such as a funeral, the flowers provide a little comfort, some amount of beauty and distraction, if for only a few seconds.
and the man that carries these cheery arrangements, these comforting, wooing, even begging displays of affection to your door is nothing less than a HERO.
i could be that hero, baby.
also, i have the sneaking suspicion that when an anonymous delivery arrives (don't you LOVE anonymous flowers? just magical.), the recipient, simply due to the absence of certainty regarding the sender, for a brief second might just associate the anonymous delivery with the man standing in front of her. 'ya know?
so maybe i'll stop being a lawyer and just deliver flowers. walk around the city all day brightening people's lives. what could be better?