Today I wanted a veggie burger. I went to a restaurant/bar in town that has decent veggie burgers, though not as good at the restaurant/bar who has the veggie burgers I prefer.
I was sitting at the bar, eating my veggie burger, reading my book, when a man came in the door & surreptitiously left a dozen yellow roses on the bar. He kept a column of the bar between him & the bartender, so she did not see him.
No longer reading my book, though pretending to, I waited for the bartender to see the roses. When she did she picked them up, saw a card in an envelope, pulled the card out & put the roses back on the bar.
She opened the card & there was what looked like a three-page handwritten note inside. She read the note. I watched her, waiting to see how she would react. I considered a few possible ways to understand the scenario.
Possible Way One:
Since it's mother's day, these roses are from her baby's father, but they do not have a functioning relationship. The father wanted to express his feelings for her as the mother of his child on mother's day, but thought that his presence at her work would either upset her or lead to a fight.
Possible Way Two:
The flowers have nothing to do with mother's day & the operative detail is their yellow color, traditionally meaning friendship love. The man was a friend of the bartender's but he had done something awful to her & wanted to apologize. He was either ashamed to look her face-to-face or was, like the possible baby-daddy above, afraid that his presence at her work would either upset her or lead to a fight.
Possible Way Three:
The bartender is pregnant with the man's child (not to be rude, but there is a physical possibility that the bartender is pregnant). The two are not romantically together, but the man wants them to be. He has proposed to her, she has turned him down. He is attempting to woo the bartender, but when he was at the store buying roses, he felt that the red roses would be "too much."
Possible Way Four:
The man is a stalker.
The bartender read the note while standing in the corner of the bar area, where few people could see her. She was impassive. I was still watching over the top of my book. She finished the note, folded it back up & slip it back into the envelope with the card. She placed the envelope, with card & note inside, into a drawer. Then she filled the drink orders that had come in while she was reading the note. She did not register an emotional reaction on her face or in her posture.
After filling those drink orders, she picked up the yellow roses & without taking them out of their plastic sheath, she put them in a carafe that she'd half-filled with water.
One of the waitresses came up to her and asked "Can you make Mona something that will settle her stomach? She's hung over."
The bartender went about making some kind of soothing drink for Mona. I returned to reading my book.
Oh man. Look at this dog. He's got his arm over that thing.
I just heard on the radio that yoga is a $7 billion dollar industry.
On the other hand, there is a $12 billion dollar loaf-shaped-thing industry.
