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I have really, really not been enjoying this working super-long days thing. I am extremely anti-social by the time I get home. I did, however, write a little something something today that I thought I would post in lieu of a real entry about how much I hate working super-long days. Nothing special, just a little silly thing I wrote mostly for M, who I knew would appreciate it.

"Thirty-six years I've owned this shop," the old man muttered to the cash register. "Lilies, carnations, those bloody roses and their Valentine sweethearts... it makes me want to puke."

A loud sneeze reverberated throughout the store. "Bless you!" said a small old woman, approaching him with a pot of silk flowers. He sneezed again, and thanked her curtly. Esther had been a good customer throughout the years, but he still didn't like to socialize with his patrons. Familiarity, contempt, that old thing. Plus, she had red hair, or well, she did before it faded to a respectable gray.

"My goodness, you're not allergic to something in here, are you?" Esther chuckled as if she had made a fine joke. Bud just shook his head and rang up her purchase. He had lost track of how many times he had heard that line--as a matter of fact, he did have a bit of an allergy to daisies these days, and what was it to her, anyway? Never had liked them, even when he first started out in the business. Damned yuppies.

Esther headed to the door, her silk flowers--last longer, just as pretty, she'd always said--tucked under her arm. Since he was heading in that direction, he paused to hold the door open for her. After she was gone, he stood in the doorway for a long moment, watching a fire truck pull out of the station across the road.

"I could have been a fireman," he said. "I could be a hero." He stared out at the world through the hand-painted lettering on the door that read "Bud's Florist - established 1969". A car pulled into the parking lot, and he stepped back. "But what else was there for a man named Bud to do if not become a florist?"

P.S. Bud wrote himself. I have no idea where the yuppie thing came for, or the bit about redheads. Sorry.

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