tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post8612231183507950140..comments2023-12-09T08:26:35.288-05:00Comments on Question of the Day: How do you feel when you're out at a bar or restaurant and one of those dudes selling single stem flowers make his approach?Lesliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558107259045119307noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-20758345790465456412009-07-30T10:24:41.715-04:002009-07-30T10:24:41.715-04:00i WAS JUST at eatonville on monday when this happe...i WAS JUST at eatonville on monday when this happened. i always thing "i hope nobody buys me one bc that would be depressing and who let that dude into the restaurant?" then i think "i hope he is making enough money to support himself and his family and i wish this country had health care coverage for everyone since i fear he isn't ensured."Emily Pearl Goodsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18045480988235573792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-67590144855886983662009-07-30T09:59:18.565-04:002009-07-30T09:59:18.565-04:00I always try to get the flower guy to buy one for ...I always try to get the flower guy to buy one for me...never works.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14019202744581369603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-32354999044789820402009-07-29T11:28:23.017-04:002009-07-29T11:28:23.017-04:00I usually have a hybrid of a geek attack and a mom...I usually have a hybrid of a geek attack and a moment of annoyance. Then I avoid eye contact and will them to go away.<br /><br />I once had a dude buy one for me and i didn't know what to do with it so I broke it off at the stem and put it in my hair. Is that rude?Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06558107259045119307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-89119335287228898872009-07-29T11:26:28.718-04:002009-07-29T11:26:28.718-04:00it's awkward -- even more so if you are with a...it's awkward -- even more so if you are with a guy you barely know.Megan Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-81172902260902848922009-07-29T10:12:11.171-04:002009-07-29T10:12:11.171-04:00I always wish with every ounce of my emotion that ...I always wish with every ounce of my emotion that the flower guy was the tamale guy from Chicago. There it's not flowers... It's a dude with one of those white styrofoam coolers filled with homemade tamales. You can get a bag of ten (they are little) for $5, and they are the best thing you've ever tasted at 3am.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05952878355475943777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-41229698405015681542009-07-29T09:59:53.875-04:002009-07-29T09:59:53.875-04:00no harm, no foul...a few years ago isra and i made...no harm, no foul...a few years ago isra and i made friends with one guy b/c he became a regular at chaos like us. he was older and very sweet and would say that his wife said he couldn't come home until he sold all his flowers.LeMieux*https://www.blogger.com/profile/15794750194182324256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-200163408266735872009-07-29T09:45:03.252-04:002009-07-29T09:45:03.252-04:00first, i look to make sure it's not john with ...first, i look to make sure it's not john with a fake mustache. then i pretty much ignore them and avoid eye contact. because a) i never encounter him while with anyone who might buy me a flower and b)as pretty as flowers are, they're a pain in the ass to carry around for the rest of the night and would be ruined by the time i got home anyway.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01117066377760940457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-46332715040978193402009-07-29T09:44:17.296-04:002009-07-29T09:44:17.296-04:00i'm usually pretty uncomfortable. but, I pref...i'm usually pretty uncomfortable. but, I prefer the American approach to the Euro-restaurant hawker method. There, they just drop stuff on your table. One time, I was in France, and a guy put a lighter the shape and size of a gun on our table. I was momentarily terrified.Beth Dnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-59169757656877993132009-07-29T09:41:34.013-04:002009-07-29T09:41:34.013-04:00I'd feel a special bond.
I went as that guy ...I'd feel a special bond. <br /><br />I went as that guy for Halloween one year. It took the average bar patron maybe 10 seconds to realize I wasn't the real guy and...I swear...it took one of the flower guys at least 3 seconds to realize I wasn't a competitor.Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09642349037037083358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-43265912230699453892009-07-29T09:41:15.221-04:002009-07-29T09:41:15.221-04:00True story - one time I saw a drunk guy knock the ...True story - one time I saw a drunk guy knock the flowers out of aflower guy's hand at Lucky Bar, and consequently get kicked out. Ever since then I've had a sort of respect for flower guys. I'm sure they get fucked with a lot.Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03720048914842589895noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-25902122060227419452009-07-29T09:39:45.953-04:002009-07-29T09:39:45.953-04:00i feel like i would like one of those flowers. be...i feel like i would like one of those flowers. because i like flowers.Catehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17265950133671786967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-91412965613590880892009-07-29T09:36:20.015-04:002009-07-29T09:36:20.015-04:00I avoid all eye contact (don't talk to me, don...I avoid all eye contact (don't talk to me, don't talk to me, don't talk to me...)pinchiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01428598431634908744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801568661427475473.post-36555091276506265882009-07-29T09:32:59.723-04:002009-07-29T09:32:59.723-04:00normally sad...
that no one will buy me a rose.normally sad...<br /><br />that no one will buy me a rose.robhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17017777491314832892noreply@blogger.com