Because of this pesky sinus infection, I was wake when Emily came home from work last night. I'm usually fast asleep by then. She came in with red roses. I raised eyebrows (of course) and asked where they came from. She said a customer in drive-thru gave them to her. He told her he gave them to his girlfriend, but she didn't want them. Emily gave half of them to one of her coworkers. Inquiring minds want to know the story behind the rose refusal. As Wesley says in Princess Bride, "Get used to disappointment!"
Here is my beautiful Buttercup with her share of the rejected roses!