"i need two roses and some baby's breath, wrapped in plastic with a bow tied around it."
"Yes ma'am, I'll take care of that right away. What color ribbon would you like?"
"pink"
"How's this color of pink? I have this hot pink, and a bit more mild pink..."
"anything's good hun pink is pink"
perhaps not the most attentive to detail. her gravelly voice and that Marlboro No.2 by Chanel perfume/smoke mix made it seem like she'd been chain-smoking since the womb. i start to tie the bow around the bouquet of roses she quickly picked out. it was a struggle, mostly because the ribbon is thick and i have no idea how to tie a bow. i figure, it's just like tying your shoes. so i try that; it doesn't look good.
"Ma'am, I don't feel right giving this to you if it looks like this, let me find someone who can do this properly."
"i'll come back there and do it myself"