Bob pruned his dying orchid while contemplating Valentine’s Day. He hated the “holiday” with more passion than he felt about any relationship he had ever been in. The only redeeming quality was the reduced-price chocolates the next day. He popped one such morsel in his mouth as he moved to the next morbid plant, one given to him by his ex. That’s when he had an epiphany! He knew how to make Valentine’s Day special for everyone. The following year he made ten thousand dollars selling dead flowers and bouquets to people who wanted that special something… for their ex.
Confectionery overload of monumental proportions
Anxious moment of will the flowers get there, or did I send the flowers
Not remembering to get reservations and now seeing lines
Doing all this work for a corporate sponsored holiday
Yet we still celebrate Valentine’s Day