A lot of strangers have been talking to me lately — definitely more than usual. There’s a full moon coming, perhaps?
Take, for example, the gregarious hedge fund manager who sat down next to me on the 1 train and proceeded to explain that he could afford to live in Tribeca but chooses not to and was preparing to jet off to Cancun for the weekend with his hedge fund buddies.
OR…the F train gentleman who said he was just coming back from his cousin’s 32nd birthday and wanted my opinion on whether or not it was a good move to buy her white roses. I said it was a nice thing to do…but he asked what I *thought* about white roses. So…I asked whether she liked them and he said she was very pleased, so I said that was all that matters.
However…he continued to press…and I finally confessed that I always associated white flowers with funerals. And I’m not even sure why — you’d think white would go with weddings, wouldn’t you? I, however, think of the hereafter.
So…I googled white flowers and I can’t come up with any logical funeral connection. So…here I went and made him feel bad about giving his cousin flowers that I associate with death when really there’s no precedent.
Although maybe it depends on the *type* of white flowers?