Today I was handed a flower plucked from the window box of a fine dining establishment. The man was a little nuts and skipped away shouting " a pretty flower for the pretty girl" The middle aged man waiting to cross the road ahead of me smirked. I think I was only charged 88 cents for this green curry that I bought from the hole in the wall in market square, although I didn't realize this until I was walking away with the receipt. The man made a mistake while punching the total into the debit machine, poor guy.
Laura I have been working on the story you started off for me, although I'm having trouble deciding on a job that makes you travel a lot and yet does not require you to wear anything fancier than wool sweaters. Didn't think that through, did you?