It was an ordinary day.
I hit the snooze button on both the alarm clock, and the phone the usual 3 or 4 times, I stopped for my coffee just like usual but when I got to work I was in for a surprise.
Not more than 30 minutes after I walked through the door, the Coffee Fairy called, ‘ you have a delivery up here’.
I knew it was pretty early for a delivery but didn’t think anything of it, so I hopped up and walked to the front desk…. it was better than the alternatives… going through my email, or listening to voicemail.
When I got there all I could see was a vase of flowers…. hmmmm… ok? I didn’t want to assume that was the delivery but I didn’t see anything else, so I asked ‘is that the delivery?’
‘Yes!’ she said. She gets so excited for anything that may be potentially related to a date for me.
They were beautiful, gorgeous velvety red roses and pristine stargazer lilies in a small square vase. I looked at the name on the card thinking perhaps there was a mistake and no, sure enough they were for me.
Then I opened the card to see who they were from, and there was nothing. Inside the card only 3 words were written ‘no signature requested’.
Now I was even more confused. Who could they be from? Who would send flowers and not put a name on them. I waited a while thinking maybe I would get a call, text or email from someone owning up to the surprise but there was nothing.
Everyone kept asking who they were from and I had no answer to give them. I could have called but it didn’t seem to be that big of a deal. It wasn’t like some crazy stalker hunted me down and sent them to my house, they came to work, and I feel pretty safe there.
But I have to admit, curiosity did kick in and I really did want to know who they were from. I went back and forth between embracing the surprise and loving the flowers, and simply wanting to know who they may be from for many reasons. First and foremost I would like to give an appropriate thank you if needed.
Once I left the building and was somewhere private I made the call. The gal on the phone told me the order came through a call center and she didn’t have any information. Hmmmm… this is just getting weirder and weirder.
Then she looked a little closer, she saw where I worked and then did a little more research. ‘Oh these were from the corporate office, that’s why there wasn’t a card. They sent them to 3 of the tv stations in town today.’ she said.
That’s nice… I think? Just not the sweet secret admirer mystery I was quietly hoping for in the back of my mind. Until that happens, either secretly or overtly, I will simply appreciate the beautiful arrangement in my midst.