Tall, trim and tanned, the middle-aged man in a polo shirt with a country club logo scanned the bouquet case as if his tee shot had landed there. He didn’t need help choosing flowers for his own daughter. He knew what she would like. He turned away to search anew. The greenest cub reporter could safely reckon: divorced dad with a wallet full of guilt.
The thinking that everyone on the team gets a trophy just for showing up has lapped over into the cutthroat world of ballet school. Floral-department sales surged again from more end-of-year recitals for Mason’s tiny dancers. A mom buys a small bouquet for the ballerina and one for the little sister liable to wail without it. A dad just drop the bank.
Country Club appeared at the counter with the $17.99 Enhanced Rose Bouquet. I scanned the bar code. Out of nowhere, a line of recital parents quickly formed behind him. Then he said, “Wait, that’s not enough,” and he went out on the floor again. The recital parents froze. I apologized for the delay. Everyone nodded stiffly.
Now with two bunches of small yellow lilies, Country Club asked, “Can you wrap these all together? And put water on them? Her mother’s arranged for a dinner, so I don’t think I’ll be giving these to my daughter for at least five hours, and I want them to stay fresh. Can you do that? Keep them fresh?” I looked at the line. No one flinched.
So I wrestled 40 stems of flowers into a single presentation bouquet. Country Club, watching closely, remarked those yellow flowers go nicely with the roses, don’t they; why, yes, sir, they certainly do. From a drawer, I pulled out a length of pink ribbon, and while tying the bow, I asked the dad how old his daughter is. "Five.” Oh, this is her first recital? “No. It’s her third.”
Causes Anne Saker Supports
Freedom of thought.