Funny “I’m from a small town” story. Today is my mom’s birthday, and true to myself, I waited until this morning to order flowers to be delivered to her work. I called the flower shop that my family has often used in the past. Here is my conversation with the florist:
Me: Hi, my name is Rachel, I live in Birmingham and today is my mom’s birthday. She works at ***** *********. Is it too late for me to order flowers to have delivered since I clearly can’t come into the store?
Florist: Of course not. Now, how do you spell Thresa’s name? I know it’s a little different.
I NEVER TOLD HER WHO MY MOM WAS!!!
Here’re the flowers: