Shopping Solo II

I went out with my parents at first-- it was cool, I wasn't disheartened. I spent some vouchers, bought some underwear, then we all split up because my dad wanted a sports car and my mum wanted cake.

So, I'm alone at this point, but I feel really good about myself. I'm not driven solely by wanting to prove that I can be smooth, but I'm not uncomfortable either.

I'm walking out of the shopping centre on to the highstreet, going fast because now I'm alonea nd I don't want to get stopped by a 'monk' again shiftily trying to sell me some weird book with Hindi gods on it.

Then, this guy just jumps out in front of me and goes "Do you want a free daffodil?"

He was with this flower shop place and was promoting it, and oh my god, I felt so special, I just grinned and took it, and nodded as he listed this place, I'm pretty sure it was White something... White Flowers? I don't know, I'm fairly certain my eyes were glazed over from the pure joy of being chosen from all the other hundreds of people milling around.

It gets super busy at weekends, needless to say.

And now I'm staring at the daffodil, which I put in an empty mayonnaise jar and the flower's opening, *applause* and reminding me of everything awesome in the world.

I always thought flowers were cliche before, but I can't even begin to describe how amazing it felt to be given this.

I'm literally ten seconds away from jumping up on the table and doing a Happy Dance.

Life. Is. Good.

And you know what, if I hadn't been solo, then maybe he'd never have jumped in front of me. THere'd be no amazing daffodil revelation. FATE.