Me: can I help you Madam?
Lady: yes, I want to send my friend some flowers on her 91st birthday.
Me: ooh, how impressive, 91! What woud you like to send to her?
We run through the options......blah de blah, sort out the doings etc, etc. the lady turns to leave then turns back, wags/points her finger not a million miles from my pleasantly smiling face and says
'Oh and make sure you make it nice as I shall be seeing her on Sunday and I will check you know' and turns and leaves.
There then follow two sounds. Well, three actually.
One is the sound of horrified silence. From me.
Second is my jaw hitting the floor.
Third is me gently closing my 'Monster Book of Crap Flower Designs' that we had been leafing through to choose something suitable. NOT!!!!!!
Hashtag you couldn't make it up
Hashtag I was so looking forward to making a pile of shit and sending it to the dear old 91year old
Hashtag get out of my shop.