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And people wonder why divorce rates are so high

A 20-something girly girl in the office where I temp came back to her desk this afternoon, sighed loudly and rolled her eyes to the heavens when she saw what was waiting for her.

A lovely bouquet of a dozen, delightfully fragrant soft-pink roses.

I wondered, "Wow, I wonder what he did to earn the doghouse." Then she explained, loudly and with much disdain in her voice, that her boyfriend sent them to her because she passed her first claims test and is on her way to becoming a full fledged claims support specialist.

So let me get this straight. He spent money on her. Did something incredibly thoughtful for her. Wanted to congratulate her in a special way for her success. Exactly why did this irritate her so much?

"I hate roses. Especially pink roses. What a cheeseball." That's what she said. Honestly. Ladies. Are you with me here? If your boy sends you flowers, ANY kind of flowers, because he wants to say he loves you and he's proud of you, don't you DARE behave that way. Ever. What an ungrateful, ugly, bitchy reaction.

I offered to take them off her hands. She shrugged her shoulders and laughed. I truly wanted to punch her in the nose. She gives womankind a bad name. I'd take a flower of any kind, whether a daisy or a daylily or an exotic orchid. My kid even picks dandelions and offers them to me as a token of his affection. I give him squishy kisses all over his sweet little face. My husband often sends me, via e-mail, flower photos that he has shot, and they're usually more gorgeous and meaningful than the real thing.

I cringe to think that this woman might actually go home and tell the man that she hates roses, to his face.

I have one piece of advice to offer her boyfriend: Dump her ass, before it's too late and you put a diamond ring on her finger that she'll complain to anyone who'll listen that it is too big, or not big enough, or the wrong shape, or yellow gold instead of platinum. Imagine how she'll be in the divorce settlement proceedings. Get yourself a prenup at least.

And from now on, buddy, if you want to congratulate her, spend as little time and money and thought and effort and emotion as possible: snd hr a txt msg.

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Brianne said…
what a biatch!!!
2:59 PM
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