Instant mood lifter

I was having an OK day; nothing bad, nothing great. Then I get a call from the front desk. Seems that someone sent me flowers. The only other time that happened was when I had a raging sinus infection, felt like ASS, was working at The Firm and was putting in a 100 hour week and my Mom sent me flowers to make me feel better. It was sweet then and getting a call from security saying I had flowers made me just as happy today.

My first thought, as I was walking down to get them was, “how sweet that Train Guy sent me flowers for no reason.” But the card was from one of my clients*. He wanted to say thank you for doing him a favor the other day. Isn’t that just so damned nice you could cry?

Yep, now I’m having a GREAT day.

* I don’t have really have “clients” but if I write what they were you’d all know what I did for a living (I'm trying to keep the mystery alive here, People). OK, fine. If I said they were “johns” then my Mom would know I was a hooker. Kidding Mom!! I’m not really a hooker! I prefer the term “High Class Call Girl”…