This morning as I was leaving the house I was confronted by a bouquet of roses that were sitting on the latch to the front gate. I had to stop a minute and think. Was I supposed to leave them there and leap the gate, take them, go out the gate and replace the flowers?
I didn't want to spend too much time thinking since I was already running late. So I settled on a happy medium. There was no card or indication as to who they belonged to. I took them with me to work and they are now in a vase with water. I'm going to take them home tonight and find out if any of my housemates was expecting flowers.
They might be mine. There are a couple of men who flirt outrageously with me and might have a clue as to where I live. They might belong to my many pierced faced new roomie, who has a boyfriend. Could even belong to one of the boys, though why they wouldn't just bring them indoors eludes me.
So the mystery will remain until tonight. Then it's a matter of process of elimination. This all reminded me that I haven't received flowers in a very long time.
