You Give a Guy a Tree

Posted on | June 20, 2013 | 12 Comments

So some of you may know this and some of you may not, but I’ve been dating some.  And also I’m a train wreck.  These two things are not mutually exclusive, though I so wish they were.  A while ago,  I got set up with a guy by mutual friends.  I won’t go in to all the details because they are not all that important. Suffice to say, we’re still talking as of the time of this post and on Tuesday, I got this wild idea to send him something, you know… a little token to say “What’s up, I’m thinking about you.”

This guy works at a bank, and so among the other little things we joke about, I sometimes refer to him as George Banks, from Mary Poppins.  Since that’s sort of an inside joke, I decided what better way to say “hello” than to send him one of those cute little table top money trees.  You know the ones I’m talking about, right? They’re sort of Zen-ish looking? In a black tray?  Like this:

moneytree

Cute, right?

So I call up a local florist and explain that I want to send a money tree to this guy, with a charming little note.  They say okay and I go on with my day, feeling very proud of how freaking thoughtful and adorable I am.  Around lunch time, I get a call from the florist saying they are, in fact, out of “money trees” but they have something similar though a little bit bigger.  I don’t think much of it, because I didn’t pay all that much for said money tree, so I say “that’s fine” and go on with my day.

Until about 5pm when I get this text from the guy.  It seems they delivered my order.

It seems the world is hell bent on making me into a total and complete jack ass.

Remember what I ordered? That cute, adorable, table top money tree? Yeah. This is what the florist delivered:

FICUS

 

Oh yeah. I got game, folks.

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  • Maija @ Maija’s Mommy Moments

    I am laughing… non-stop… The game is on clearly! Can’t wait to see what he reciprocates with :)

    • Law Momma

      Oh he wouldn’t dare try to top that. It was pure poetic genius.

      Or lame.

      Whichever.

  • http://unintentionallybrilliant.blogspot.com Roxanne Piskel

    I have tears from laughing so hard. I think the florist must have been drunk.

    • Law Momma

      Or hated me!!

  • http://www.itbuildscharacter.com ChiMomWriter

    Bwahahahaha. It’s so… subtle…

    • Law Momma

      Yes. So very subtle.

  • Rachel

    Wow… just a little bigger, huh? Your florist may need new glasses! Well, I hope he enjoys it!!!

    • Law Momma

      Yeah. That florist. ::shakes fist::

  • Wendy J

    Brilliant. Once again, truth is always more hilarious than any kind of fiction. Thanks for sharing (and including photographic evidence)!

  • http://justjessatx.com/ Jess

    LOLOLOL. What’d he say??!?

  • Mrs. Burks

    That is hilarious!

  • Lynne DeVenny

    Aw, man, did I have to be the first to say it?

    Size matters ;P

    Lame, yeah? lol

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  • I'm a divorced, single mom to a pre-schooler, a full-time attorney, and a semi-reluctant vegetarian. I work hard and when given the chance, I play hard... but I'm almost never given the chance.

    It's possible that I never outgrew 7th grade mentality, as I still laugh when anyone says anything that can be remotely construed as sexual. Let's face it, if you're not down with "That's what s/he said" at the end of almost any sentence, we're probably not going to get along all that well.

    I drink more than I should, I run more than I should, and I laugh as much as I can. So I'm pretty much winning at life.

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