One of my favorite days of the year is Valentines Day. I get the biggest kick out of watching men at my local grocery store buying cards and flowers. There they/we/I stand gazing at these cards. We are so out of our element and have no idea what will work. We stare with glazed eyes at these cards with the same level of understanding as if you were trying to explain algebra to a cow.
Eventually we give up and make a choice, generally the more sappy the better. Now we have to get the flowers. What other than roses is safe to buy? I'm told all of these different flowers mean different things, but I have no idea what. I'm particulary concerned ever since an incident when I was 11 when I was trying to buy my mother a big spread of flowers for Mothers Day and unknowingly bought a Memorial Day wreath. I will never forget my mother trying to stifle a laugh as she looked into my sincere but clueless face. Oh well.
So I do what I normally do and get some roses. Better safe than sorry. Then I go and stand in line with my fellow clueless males. The checkout ladies are all grinning at our discomfort as gnarly guys with balding hair and overalls, stand in line with execs in suits and trench coats, as we all try to stave off domestic disaster by not forgetting this high risk day.
But the best is yet to come. Because by about 2 PM this store, all the flower stores, all the card shops, all the candy stores, and even Wal-mart are out of everything. Now what do you? My advice having been in this situation more than once is to consider gift cards, and lots of them. Now is the time to guarantee that romantic dinner, that trip to the movies, or that extravagent gift, because you have been outed.
I so look forward to the morning of the 15th because good or bad the highest risk time is over and life can return to normal.
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