Back when I was younger, I bought flowers for people a lot more often. Flowers for prom dates. Flowers for blind dates. Flowers for mothers of dates. That sort of thing.
And every once in a while, I’d accompany friends as they bought flowers for someone, and then tag along and watch as they delivered them. In a way, these flower deliveries mark out, well, not milestones really, but maybe more of incidents which stand out in my memory still rather clearly.
