I Need Some Hot Stuff Baby Tonight

Sally and I had an opportunity today to do something that was kinda cool and a whole lotta fun. Some friends of ours own a florists shop and we volunteered to deliver for them, what a blast. We got there about 8 this morning and got started loading up the van for the first trip out. I don't think I've ever seen that many flowers and balloons in one spot in my whole life... you couldn't have wedged another dang balloon or bouquet of flowers in that van if you'd have tried.



I found out something important about the flower business today. It don't matter who you are when you're delivering flowers to someone, right at that moment you're their most favorite person on earth. I sincerely believe you could walk in to a place of business with a big ol bouquet of red roses and tell the person "Mornin'. I just backed into your car and ran over your grandma out on the interstate and you got a monster of a hanger there on the side of your nose. Here's some flowers." The response would be for the person to clasp their hands together and sigh and say "For ME?"

Pretty dang neat actually.

A good percentage of the deliveries, you never get to see the person that actually gets the flowers. They're buried deep in a cubicle somewhere in an office and a receptionist takes the flowers and hands 'em out. They ain't foolin' no one with that "authority thing". My momma didn't raise an idiot (no matter how much she'll argue that issue with you, but that's beside the point) Those receptionists just want the "FOR ME?" effect all to themselves.

Nowdays there's balloons that play music. I didn't know that before this morning, and we were entertained by that all morning long. Amongst the musical balloons was one that had a rather sensitive little sound sensing switch that made it play music. So sensitive that everytime the door shut on the van, it started playing... and let me tell you, there was a whole lotta door shutting today.

This particular balloon was an oversized cupid head with little devil horns on it, and a cartoon come hither look on it's face. The song? Donna Summmer's classic "Hot Stuff" Every single door slam...

I need some hot stuff baby tonight
I want some hot stuff baby this evenin'
gotta have some hot stuff
gotta have some lovin' tonight
I need hot stuff


We laughed every dang time it did it too. Just got to the point of stupid after about 5 times. Sal delivered that one. It went to a guy that worked at Home Depot. She said it garnered quite a bit of attention. :-)

Anyhow we finished up with our last load about 4 this afternoon and told our friends that we were game for it next year as well.

Okay now, driving all those miles today we saw some things we hadn't seen before, but none weirder than this.



So, you're thinking "what the???" A little closer...



I have no idea why a person would need that dang many donkeys, when most folks that have ever been around one would think that one is enough. Ah well, different strokes for different folks. :-)

Happy Valentines Day!